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My room smells like vodka and shame
My face smells like last night's lay. I need a whore bath. Or a corndog.
While my grandpa showed the family a slide show he accidentally included a topless photo of his new gf.
You threw up in a Dixie cup last night. Oddly, you just gained major points in my book for that.
Stop making excuses. You can be here in 5 and cumming in 10
the elusive kegmastree, who's mystery is only exceeded by it's power
If my thighs hurt from cage dancing last night, I can only imagine how yours feel
I realized I'm gonna have to fit cheating on my gf, sleeping with my gf and having dinner with her parents all into one Sunday evening
If I wake up with an unknown penis in me one more time I am literally going to press charges to the makers of tequila.
you never texted me what you wanted from the store so I got a piece of chicken and bottle of tequila. if you want anything else you are on your own.
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
Like, what's the customary waiting period to hookup with your newly single ex that you never stopped hooking up with?
I mean, I love her. But not "I'll have a threesome with her." Type of love.
Nursing home in NJ just got busted for prostitution and drugs...dropping off my deposit tomorrow
We're shaving superhero symbols into our pubes. I call dibs on Batman.
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