That ginger could cleveland steamer me and it would still be the best day of my life
I am way too high for this. Some guy just keeps talking about music and life goals and he apparently has lived in every city we mention we are going
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
he literaly had a hockey helmet on and was swan diving off the couch onto the coffee table.
If you're fucking that other dude, I'll take the sloppy seconds. I don't care.
how does 'resolution to respect myself more' follow 'he fucks me really hard'?
i have 90 minutes to kick this food poisoning or josh's first experience with buttsex will be his last
there is a video of me on Facebook getting mad at a trash bin what the fuck was in your Pepsi
You can't call dibs on the bed... every time you party you KO in the bathtub
the last thing I remember is taking a pull of ever clear and chasing it with vodka
I never said it was inaccurate, I said I hate you.
Its the damn oven. I think it wants to eat me.
He looked so uninterested when the stripper was slapping him. Now his roommates are harassing me about how crazy our sex must be.
im mourning your vaginas lack of frictional upkeep
Here's a rundown of my night alone. Danced my ass off in the kitchen to FleetmacWood. Drank a little bit. Ordered $40 worth of Chinese food once the drinks kicked in. Picked up said Chinese in dirty sweatpants and slippers. #livinglife
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