My brain says no but my pants say off.
I was in a gas station that sold tazers and I just saw a billboard that said "Strippers, need we say more?" God I love Georgia!
all she kept saying was "harder" "mayo" and "who are you"
It's like, I'm the official vagina for that DJ group
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
I just tipped the cab driver with pistachio nuts. And he loved it.
For her birthday she wants to, " try something different with our butts a funnel and a bottle of whiskey"
Post-shopping-cart-scooter-jousting victory fuck?
I cant believe im wasting my plan b experience on this guy. I should have saved it for someone special.
THE ALMIGHTY HAS FALLEN DRUNKENLY OFF HIS HIGH HORSE AND INTO HOLLY'S VAGINA
$645 later, she's throwing up in my washroom and asking for a cab. Hooker are soooo much cheaper.
I'm in that weird half-dead, half fucked-simultaneously-in-every-orifice-by-a-bus-and-it-wasn't-a-good-time state.
I am the worst person to have nipple rings I'm hanging ornaments off of then and sending everyone a tits the season to be jolly
Nothing better then waking up to multiple snap stories of people doing body shots of tequlia off of you
I tried to help you up but you said "let me dance it off"
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