I was hooking up with him in my car, he wouldn't stop with my nipples, I had to literally beat him off of me. He kept groaning too while he was doing it. Sick.
Mommy issues
no. you can't hotbox the world.
Well I don't think you could recreate that hangover if you tried. It was like the perfect storm of hangovers.
I don't think a check that has "thx for the drugs" on the note is really gonna fly.
craigslist free llama. are you in or are you in?
At this point the smell of shame has become my natural musk
Imagine getting smashed in the dick by a basketball. A basketball made of metal. With spikes. That's pretty much what his dick looked like.
Like I've never seen her that drunk. She's usually like quiet and doesn't say she'll fuck someone on a futon
Thats why you dont have a "jubilant gunfire celebration"
also had sex in his sister's princess style bunk bed.
but you are a princess that one was appropriate.
Of course I'll be there. I never miss an opportunity to smell like cigarettes, cheap beer, and shame.
He told me how it ended, then I blew him.
So he ruined the best cinematic experience of your life and you REWARDED him??
And we had three hours of crazy sex then his roommate ate pizza off me while I was sleeping.
This was the first funeral I've ever attended where I had to pee behind a bush cuz someone was passed-out drunk in the locked bathroom. Steve would have been proud.
It was a crazy night: tears were shed, blood was spewed, and bottles were emptied.
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