No, you can still breathe under the balls.
i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
standing in the yard with no pants on waiting for google maps to come and take a picture.
I have to be home in time to watch my friend on that Lifetime show about having babies. And by friend, I mean the girl I had a lesbian experience with at a party 3 years ago.
were drug buddies, doing lines off her ass is just a bonus
The sex I just had was not worth missing a girls night out.
It probably isn't a good idea to go home with last night's hookup's brother. And sister.
Probably is probably an understatement.
Evvvvvveryone knows we hooked up in the DJ booth. People call it the BJ booth now. I've created a legacy
The fact that you walked around talking like Barbie and still got laid amazes me.
Dude. He almost took three different girls home, all while dressed up as Amy Winehouse. If he goes as Kurt Cobain next weekend, we're screwed.
Worst. Date. Ever. He peeled a layer of bread off his mini burger buns because they had "too many carbs".
This is why you have to watch more Zombie movies- to prepare for End Times...
I'm laughing at the fact that I'm at Target right now buying vitamins and alcohol.
true. but still. you know how big of a sucker i am for a penis and a pretty face.
Nothing like having a family watch you dry heave at the end of the dock
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