Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
thanks for brining me home and putting me in my bed. the pillow fort your built around me is also appreciated.
Just ducktaped my beer to my bike. See you in ten.
There's a Sam Adams brew house. How were we not supposed to go
I caught him with his head in the spinach bag this morning. He was laughing demonically saying, "i love spinach, yes I do."
You peed on someone's house because they had a Wisconsin flag.
I mean, the sex was awesome last weekend, but I didn't even imagine I'd reached ovarian rupture status.
You kept saying we got to find the end of the rainbow, which turned out to be a box of lucky charms and Guinness in the bag of cereal
I'm surprised they let us keep partying at that hotel bar, that's like the 3rd time I've had to try blocking the view of him peeing off the balcony. I earn my free drinks.
She made sure everyone knew we were doing shots for her dead grandma.
we just smoked for like ten hours and got froyo. not a bad start to the weekend.
That's so awful of me. Instead of comforting her I masturbated in front of my ex-boyfriend.
I found your birth control, it was in your Crown Royal bag.
I just saw a girl on the phone crying and eating a sandwich. Thats talent right there.
well true... there's not a real discreet way to masturbate in public
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