I'm totally counting that party when he kept putting his hands down my pants as a date.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
remember when mike pissed in his pants and then put a double cheeburger in the pocketsss of said wet pants for "safe keeping"? yea drunker then that.
I think you're asking the wrong person. You don't understand. Like I would fuck the act of fucking itself if I could.
All we did was argue about ponys and drug dealers
Used a cardboard box as a pillow and a towel as a blanket. Its like the great depression over here
Need your help. He's locked himself in the bathroom with his bong and his childhood collection of Goosebumps books.
It took all the strength I had tto sit at my desk and not tear off my business attire and run screaming from adulthood and flourescent lights.
But you can still look for dick after you find Jesus.
i decided if i had to, i could survive with only 3 fingers on each hand.
Is biking from my house to 6th street for liquor pitchers a good idea or a bad idea
I gave him a handjob in the uber car. Life is really spiraling downwards.
I said I wanted pizza tattoo on my ass and the tattooist asked me what I wanted on it.
he's like crack. I can't be in the same room with him while drunk and not do him.
I'm seeing how far I can grow my leg hair out before Jason will say anything. I'm up to an inch
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