We didn't go..parents came home with patron wanting to play drinking games --we asked no questions
they're scary. like turkeys that ate nuclear fucking steroids.
my mom hid the smirnoff from me. this is the most fucked up game of hide and seek EVER
He let me keep his flannel as a "good job" for the great head I gave him.
Her parents walked in on us. So for my birthday they bought me a blow-up doll with their daughters face on it. I don't know what to think right now.
where did this taco bell managers name tag come from ?
ugh... thank God for ATM withdrawal limits. I was drunk enough to give that weird shaped stripper all of my money while making her cry in the back room.
And by defning the relationship I mean telling him I'm gonna fuck other people but its cool If he does the same.
in the future when you find clothing in your street, just assume it's mine.
Honestly it's a super power. I can try it a million different ways and nothing happens. Donnie casually says "ok this is now a toppless party" and it all kicks-off
Well, I guess that's how life goes for my dad. One minute you're walking with your cooler on the afterglow of a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert, the next you find your grown son choking out a drunk redneck against your pickup truck.
He had a vasectomy. I think I'm in love.
He just texted me asking for his shirt back and I said I didn't have it and then I ran into him 5 minutes later while wearing the said shirt
there is a tent in the living room. its a vip tent room. i want in.
she referred to her cum as “pussy butter” so needless to say we had a good night
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