do all gilrs hav hair on thier vagaina ?
Don't drive home.
i just used a urinal to avoid climbing stairs, i need to quit drinking.
We fucked twice, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and came back to him playing "Your Body is A Wonderland" on his guitar naked in my bed.
New drink name: the Vermont Douchebag. Take shot of maple syrup, drop into cup of jager, bomb.
Its like the long john silvers of colleges, I wouldnt even go there to use the bathroom
I'd invite him but there's too many people who have fucked me going already
Or I die of a heart attack, which is the more likely/less fun scenario.
I wiped my blood on their walls screaming "IT'S NOT MY SECURITY DEPOSIT!"
To drunk to make oatmeal. I'm pouring it into my mouth and gargling it with beer. Ive made maple brown sugar bud light
I am VERY upset that you called my fiesta a waste of time.
You were crying and singing wanted dead or alive while trying to eat cold soup, I think that pathetic is an understatement
I think we have it figured out.. She's my wife when she's here and gives me advise on how to get ass when she's 1500 miles away.
I told him I just left the convent and really wanted a man. He fell for it. Sure beats telling him I'm a nympho stalker that followed him to the bar when I saw his beard.
Dude I just clenched/unclenched my hindquarters while looking in the mirror I have fucking talent
Do you remember what happened last night? All I could find we're phone numbers of strip clubs in Detroit. Did we go to Detroit?
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