I just had to sit down with an 11 year old who threatened to dick slap a girl.
know what turns me on? long, stringy hair on a pasty looking girl with an overstuffed backpack and kneepads over her jeans in case she falls off her scooter
your less of a man for seeing that
you were licking his little sister's watercolors and trying to paint with your tongue.
Ah, the precious few moments between when i wake up and when i realize why i'm sleeping on a treadmill.
I found out why we traded puke covered dresses in the bathroom.
When you get home we need to compare our schedules and set up masturbation slots. I'm scares of you walking in on me. Again.
My little brother got home at 4am too, we drunk ate together. It was a kodak moment.
Am I allowed to say that I would really enjoy blowing you again? Or does that fall into the "nothing changes between us" catagory?
Only time i ever look at my online banking statement is to see when i left the bar.
It was fun until the stripper told me it was her first day and started crying.
I was wondering, is there any way to hook up a lawn hose to a keg?
Wear whatever you want, I'm wearing ass-less chaps and a sombrero
He would come to class in wrapped in nothing but a pink towel
of all the things that should kill me, scurvy wont be one of them
what did we do after we left your crib?
you layed down in some rocks for about an hour, you stole some pumpkins, you passed out and started shaking, we got t-bell, we took you back to the dorm.
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