your room smells of hookers.
And success
honey bunches of taint.
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
So chef boyardee smells exactly the same after you throw it up
i literally discovered the exact same thing last week. i had the lasagna one
ravioli
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
I also would have accepted most things ending in "job", erotic favors, and food.
Definitely just puked in this corn maze. Families are staring.
I sent him a bunch of texts telling him that his beard wasn't long enough yet so we couldn't fuck and to text me back in a few hours if it had.
to improve your porn experience, just imagine a slow speaking older English man narrating it all like a Nature documentary
You were my sober police. You had one job and you failed miserably.
I'm a corrupt cop.
Honestly, if you can handle putting socks on you can handle a condom.
And one night I got way too drunk and thought he said call me a polish name so I called him Konrad. Now he thinks I cheated on him with a Konrad.
That's my new pick up line call me a polish name
Yeah! Don't let me leave the house without marijuana and a juicer.
I traded him cumming in my face for a year for a Disney annual pass. One giant leap back for feminism, one small step for the adult child Disney fan.
I just woke up, its 6AM and i'm pretty sure the guy passed out next to me is 70% ugly...
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