I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
There aren't nearly as many guys masturbating on chatroulette as i was led to believe...i feel cheated
my brother is about to go smoke a joint outside... he's preparing his munchies on the counter beforehand. I admire his responsibility.
At what point were we discussing suction-cupping a dildo to the wall?
Everything gets a little fuzzy after the flats of jello shots, but I do have a vague recollection of being at the top of a large human pyramid
I'm mentally preparing my vagina for this semester. It's fucking welcome week. I'm going to be talking to her all night.
Please tell me why your entire hallway smells like microwaved condoms.
Bro I can't jerk it to my phone anymore. I feel Siri staring back, and she's real disappointed.
Me and him getting it in is for special occasions only. Like Christmas and when they bring the McRib back.
Also, even though this really sucks now, we will look back on this one day and laugh at the time we all got arrested on Thanksgiving
I'm sorry but the visual image of you suffocating on vagina is basically hysterical
I'm not sure New Orleans is real. Even the grocery stores sell vodka.
Come back. Shots need mouths.
Yeah! Don't let me leave the house without marijuana and a juicer.
Regardless I WANT TO BE YOUR SEX DISPENSARY. that is like the career I was born for.
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