Me. At least after what I've been through.
just got my goo swallowed for the first time. colors seem so much more vivid now, and more rainbows are outside
we had a 10 minute conversation with his family about how I don't let him eat me out. I want to go home
Ask politely.
Fine. Can i please come over, hang out with you, sit around a campfire, smoke tree, listen to sublime, and fuck the shit out of you?
Thats good enough.
The one from last night got me a whole floor of Eskimo Brothers. There was a celebration of high fiving as I left
I've never seen the starbucks guy more terrified than when you dove out the car window after your credit card
I had my first sober conversation with his roommate. I remembered half way through that the first time we met I was getting fucked on his counter
My brother is wearing glitter eyeshadow and split leg skinny jeans
You've been usurped as King of the Gays
It hits you later. Like when you wake up on the floor under a puzzle later.
after all you did bang a few mechanics. you must have got some second hand skills by now for building us a go kart.
Last night I woke up and the national rep of his frat was sucking my toe.
I just got a get of my turf look from a hooker. Apparently, Ninja Turtles T-shirt+Jeans+Flip-Flops=Hooker Gear. Woot.
On the plus side I'm getting really good at painting the inside of a toilet with my bowels.
Turns out Edward 40 hands and life-sized jenga is really hard...Didn't stop you from trying. How is your concussion?
Can we start referring to attractive men as "A fine piece of dick?"
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