names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
I felt weird they were both staring at me waiting for the scoop on how your vagina felt.
It's sore actually
I need to stop making out with boys in plain view of half my class.
He looked like Harry Potter. I had to do it.
he literaly had a hockey helmet on and was swan diving off the couch onto the coffee table.
I mean I drunk but not enough to handle a Scientology convention
It looks like someone bombed the living room with his and your clothes, bra, packing peanuts, nerf gun and ammo, rc helicopter, leftover chinese food and a leather paddle.
Listen, don't freak out when you walk out on me masturbating in front of my roommate. No homo. He just needs to be put to his place.
Every concussion has its silver lining
We're already drunk. 4 hours to go still. And there's a bear advisory. TOP WEEKEND.
If that's all it takes to cure your hangovers then you need to drink more.
Everyone was in jail by 10:30. I'd say it was a successful bachelor party.
Well, you've continued the theme of living with people who's dicks I've sucked.
Something tells me your "Titties for Tracy Morgan" fundraiser won't pan out.
his first act of 2015 was getting stabbed
WHY THE FUCK DID I HAVE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A CONVICT
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