Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
The lesbians are drunkenly meowing in the hallway again. This is the shit I'll miss at home.
I decided to follow my clitoris instead of my heart.
you were crying and trying to give advice to people.. that's was a new level of drunk for you
When you hit the 45 minute mark of any argument about The Flintstones, you have to realize: it's no longer you arguing, it's the cocaine arguing.
It's hard to be a gentleman when a girl pauses her karaoke version of "a whole new world," and proceeds to tell the entire bar that she wants your cock in her mouth.
you're avoiding the subject, i want to know how you ended up at the strip club with the dog, fucker
my vagradar is going off.. it smells a soldier
Well his arms broken so they only cuffed his good wrist to his belt. That's how he cast smacked me in custody.
But the Super Mario beer pong table is more than appropriate.
Just let me take your liver out and beat it with a meat tenderizer for you..
My feelings for him are donzo molonzo but I can't turn down a pierced penis...
New guy moved in the apartment next door. He's a combat vet, 6'4", Adonis body and going to med school. My vagina is chewing thru the wall as we speak.
i found you laying on the floor staring at the ceiling and you kept muttering "why" in various inflections.
HE WAS CUMMING IN THAT DICK PIC
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