Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
No... We were arguing over whose family is more dysfunctional... Then my brother stumbled in and puked all over jakes ugly dog.
so, are you laying bloody on campus somewhere or did you go out after class and forget to let me know?
bloody. ill be home soon.
Don't worry I drank 7 more beers & brought home a guy that bit me at the bar.
You hopped on the counter after puking, and told us you were wearing bare feet and didn't want to be alone.
I woke up naked, with the lights on, using my backpack as a pillow and a pillow as a blanket.
Well obviously when I get drunk my intelligence level surpasses yours and that's why you can't understand me.
You thanked me for a delicious cock and tacos...
He puked in the middle of it and I still wasn't disappointed.
like when you break up with someone your virginity slowly starts to grow back & when it's done it's like ding ding ding you're ready to date again
tbh i just wanted to fuck a guy with forearm tattoos but then he was so FORWARD about it
If me saying "come f***k me now" is talking, then yes.
It's a shame things ended how they did. We were well on our way to transforming from acquaintances with benefits to friends with benefits.
wheres my face? and why is my pocket so big?
I just motorbotted some guy and my hair got stuck in his nipple ring...owww
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