let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
Im a photoshop master, i successfully reduced the size of the pupils of all the girls I made out last night with to prove they were not that drunk. So glad the camera goes home with me.
I dont think that drinking by ourselves on a saturday night counts as being "fun alcoholics"
1. my parents still have sex. 2. being a screamer runs in the family. 3. so much so that i can tell what number of orgasms she's on. 4.so looks like i'm stuck outside a while
Hey thanks again for rolling me that blunt necklace. It was amazing.
Only thing I know is apparently I danced with a bouncer and we got a ride back from a valet who was driving one of the cars he was supposed to be parking
for the record, graham crackers won't get the taste of cock out of your mouth. also we're out of graham crackers
I think I actually have rug burn on my eye.
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
I just stood up and am wasted. I think I just admitted to my mom that I am trying to fuck everyone in New York because they're skinny and ethnically ambiguous. Meanwhile, happy hour isn't over yet.
Yeah he got kind of mad when he found out he had chased his last two shots with a combination of orange soda, water, and used mouth wash.
My dad just bought me a 40. I consider this our peace treaty.
There was a selfie of you in the dark pointing at the camera with a duck face. You sent it to my 60 year old mother with the caption "you behave"
Do not tell guys at bars about kittens you rescue. They will walk away.
I am seriously only coming over if there are McNuggets. I want 10 bitch. Honey mustard.
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