I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
you kept naming everything at the party...like "boy i'm going to make out with" and "table i'm going to dance on later"
My mom and I were trying to explain to my sister what an uncircumcised penis looks like. We had some minor disagreements.
i dont even feel safe using a push mower...that hungover
I think the imperative here is that I literally knocked down a sorority house with the force of my dick.
Just had a flashback of you announcing "your nipples aren't that big for the size of your boobs, I've seen them"
Drunk
Deyhxbr
Fucaerrrrr
Life for us students isn't all fun and drunken lesbian affairs you know
Would you be mad if I just used the argument "I'm allowed to say that, my best friend is a lesbian"?
Never. I'm proud to help you win arguments.
He was so high he started playing Twister on the striped rug. Then when we missed midnight he went on a screaming rampage about his New Year's Eve being meaningless. How do you think it went?
Moral of the story: next time my plans include you and bourbon, I'm packing a toothbrush.
fucked him on the porch to avoid the chanting that always happens when we leave the bedroom. backfired when a group of freshman walked by and started screaming like fucking babies.
Saw the Peanut butter guy at checkout he had at least 30 containers of it and like 6 different kinds...
Yah. Then he started clapping my boobs together in his hands and started shouting "the seas are angry!"
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