They only remember me when they're drunk...I'm like a suppressed memory.
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
He had the smallest penis i'd ever seen. I can see why he drinks his life away.
For once I'd like to have a Taco Sunday without having some random drunk chick flee my house half naked and in tears.
I think I have internal bruising from those poses we were doing last night. My own ribs hurt me. I don't understand.
It's ok for me to have his baby but I can't be his friend on fb. Wth is wrong with this
Bible prof is the guy I made out with at the gay bar on the fourth. He doesn't remember.
Your French couch surfers have just started playing flip cup with old crow. Basically you need to come back here
I feel like I have to sign a death waver before I have sex with him...
I'm not driving across town for three thrusts and an excuse
Don't worry, I could have been accepted their by waving my dick at the admissions building.
How drunk do you guys plan on getting?
We wrote our addresses on our arms for the cab driver, what do you think?
Is there a particular reason why everyone is now calling you Butt Doctor?
you need a warning label. Just announcing that you are Scottish is seen more as a challenge. Those guys have no idea what they are getting into.
There needs to be a greeting card for "I miss having sex and smoking weed with you."
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