Can't remember why I called but it definitely had something to do with Lou Bega
I'm sitting the next couple hours out. Puking in a potted plant really put shit into perspective for me.
i seriously have like 9 pictures of people taking shots out of a vag on my camera....
Sometimes one must go to great lengths and make great sacrifices to get drunk. I willingly accept the challenge.
The last thing I remember is him grabbing my ass and telling me he knew where the jello shots were, so I followed him.
no one is here. wer drinking in the beer garden in the dark and we stole a bucket of blue paint off the sidewalk. now her legs are blue.
Just so you know, this text is a buffer between the two guys I'm sexting. Can't get that shit messed up.
Come back I feel like I ticking time bomb of
of drugs
I asked him why I was having sex with him in the middle of having sex. It was sufficiently awkward.
Someone's vagina was extra sandy cause the left side of my bed feels like the beach.
I wore my Gollum shirt. It struck up a conversation AND got him staring at my boobs. That's a win-win.
I felt I lost my designated buddy on a field trip when you wandered off to get high with strangers.
Every time we have sex, I feel his dick ramming my soul into submission. Problem is..... I LIKE THAT SHIT!
I was not drunk. There was Star Wars, sex, and baby oil.
I am witnessing a blind guy whip ass at beer pong
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