and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
I buy you gas. You blow me. Economics.
You may see me on espn tomorrow drunk, half naked, and selling articles of clothing to rich cougars like i did last year, but i will NOT be drinking shitty beer
P.S. The slutty NASCAR driver costume will be saved and used year round for role play.
The black hole just entered the party man, I can literally see guys starting to move towards her.
It got messy; I did a shot of seamonkeys.
I'll be there in spirit. Right there in your vagina.
hand jobs are a waste of time that only lead to arm cramps. Also, where do you look...his eyes, at the penis, at the tv?
yeah the "where to look" question is super awkward
Showering in not my own throw up is really hittin the spot right now.
Btw I'm already known as the drunk roommate. Don't know if that's a success or a failure seeing as it hasn't even been a week since I've been here
I would bite a mans dick off for a chocolate milk.
It was the easiest thing I've ever done. 3am she walked into my room, saw my Buffalo Bills blanket, said go bills and got naked.
You know it was a weird week when you have a mystery bruise and youre unsure if it was from crazy sex or getting bit by a duck. Life.
She was screaming and crying about how she couldn't find her middle finger. Then, she threw her body on to the pavement. Thats the last time we buy a freshmen a handle.
He's a downgrade and it was quick. But it was dick nonetheless.
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