This is getting serious. I keep forgetting what's in my vagina.
So many tools at one table, you'd enjoy my italian family
as we were driving back from the frat house he pulled down his pants and convinced me his penis "wanted some air"
Some one left their pants in the elevator.
We decided this year instead of not participating in Halloween at all we are going to hand out free beers to the parents.
We can do this. We've been drunk at a gay bar, we will not be taken down by a Tuesday.
Just copped mushrooms from a dude in a business suit. U comin or what?
Just trying to get my dicks in a row.
Btw his name is Woody. I must be really drunk to think this is a good situation
I refuse to plan drunken casual sex. Just think of the monster I'd create.
I just saw a cat, if i ate those mushrooms 15 minutes earlier i wouldn't have made it to the bar
that moment you remember partying with someone several years ago.. and don't remember if you slept with them or not.
The boob job was worth every penny just to see the expression of pure joy on his face the first time he saw them.
he was peeing off the deck shouting "urinals are for pussies" that's how much hurricane.
can you tell me why i woke up in a diaper and combat boots?
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