your suggestions for charades were, getting sucked into an aircraft turbine, getting raped by a dolphin, and having sex with a vacuum cleaner. you got your own, and actually used a vacuum cleaner as a prop.
don't get me wrong, i love how you're fun and free spirited. but there are some situations...like shooting down a bottle of sambuca standing in the shallow end topless surrounded by my friends
that would be two times in a week with two different guys.
they have the same name so it only counts as one guy right?
Can't show you right now as we are in public and he refuses to let me photograph his penis in a bar.
On that note if you see a hobo smiling with a pack of cigarettes and an AMP energy drink, that was my good deed for the day
I may or may not have shit out a layer of my liver after that weekend.
His roommates came in and started a dance party in his room while we were having sex. He said it wasnt the first time.
Babies are disgusting. I held one once. Then I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth out with wine.
I have a diplomatic trade for you. My pants for your rum. Tomorrow?
Oddly enough I feel totally fine now. Clonazapam and red bull the breakfast of champions.
Please hurry. I'm the only one here who's not an attorney with a trophy wife.
I might as well just sew it shut at this point.
It was a blast. I was going to say that throwing up in the airport bathroom wasn't classy, but it's classier than quietly puking into a fast food cup while in your seat during takeoff...
As I was blowing him, he proceeded to tell me that his friend who I blew years ago gave me a five star review on my BJ skills. And, he agrees.
Atta girl.
Jesus better clutch that motherfucking wheel, then.
I'M NOT PUTTING MY TRUST IN JESUS! I'M PUTTING MY TRUST IN YOU!
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