I hope to God it wasnt poon. That odor was unnatural, it was satanic pussy.
if i had a camp nickname it would be Flick Bean
State Street has never looked so beautiful than during my walk of shame.
Knee deep in strippers, everything is comped. will try hard to be there at 8. i promise.
RIP Summer 2010. God knows it had to be one of us..
you shall refer to me as my indian name from now on...running with dumb cunts
the saddest part is, this is not even the first time i've woken up in a shopping cart with a concussion.
All I've done this weekend is cum and drink. I think it's safe to say I'm dehydrated.
And I'm determined to make an Eiffel Tower happen sometime. I just don't know who will take the pic (first world sex problem?)
Okay so I just had a really great idea
no.
They are like untrained puppies reaking havoc on a newly furnished house. Out of control.
You just compared our vaginas to a newly furnished house...I can dig it.
I knew I was in for a long night after I filled the empty pinata carcass with beer, bit off the top of one of it's legs and used it as a beer bong.
Everyone in Columbus is two degrees of separation from my vagina.
i just woke up on the desk in his dorm with him snoring in my vagina. better than last week waking up to a different guy puking on my bare ass i guess.
Just a heads up that Dad just brought home a new Porsche and the sales girl he bought it from.
Umm okay. What are they doing?
They’re in the hot tub
Can I get divorced when I grow up?
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