Theres also beggin' strips and a dog bone in the corner...nooo signs of there being a dog though.
the lighter is IN the bong. I don't know what to do
I was still in a towel. We hadn't even started drinking yet and the champagne bottle dropped and exploded literally up into my vagina.
He asked me out while I'm back in town. I have to acknowledge and honor his persistence.
Your vagina must be laced with cocaine...
I could really do without pictures of your asses in my inbox. That said, I'm extremely jealous that I wasn't involved.
It feels kinda weird thanking you for sucking my dick, but I just don't know what else to do right now
i should probably stop thinking with my vagina, and start using that $70, 000 education i can't afford. what the fuck.
You're the only person I know who would be upset about making out with a girl you like. You're like a drunken Charlie Brown.
Just try not to burn your pubes off with sparklers this year.
No promises
Might be using my graduation money to pay for an abortion.
You don't know the true meaning of fear until your girlfriend's niece insists on sitting on your lap with 20 mg of Viagra coursing through your veins.
Remind me to tell you: When threeways go awry, my MLK weekend story.
Please stop telling my mom she doesn't have nipples when she's been drinking. You know shell show you. Forcefully.
I got some blow and a hand job from one of the strippers. So I guess I'm getting over the divorce.
Im going for myspace 2006 goth bitch. Your worst nightmare
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