i just walked passed a table of guys by myself.. they looked @ me talked and then yelled 7
id pin you as more of an 8
um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
I woke up with a crunchy, pink Pepto streak through my hair, no recollection of the last 6 hours of my night and the feeling that all the hotel's staff knew me on a first name basis.
Girl in my class with fire painted on her face. I. need. that. weed.
I wish his dick was as long as his hair.
it was surprisingly calming to be rocked to sleep by his roommate humping on the bottom bunk
i woke up and saw you were brushing his hair naked. I can never pass out around you, man.
As for the 14 hours of vodka. I am all that is man.
I woke up to find his roommate face down on the couch with no pants on, with a sticky note that said "was lost but now am found"
Its Nebraska, I'm sure im not the first person to wake up hungover in a corn field.
I don't know how it happened. All I did was tell her I was impressed by her presentation. Her nail marks on my back ain't going away anytime soon.
Well I mean enduring a 45 minute conversation about C-sections was worth the 9 jello shots those soccer moms gave me.
I tried eating pop-rocks while giving him a bj, I honestly think I was more disappointed with the results than he was.
a homeless man let us know that my friend was asleep in the bushes outside my house on main street. So just a small get together.
Hun your dick isn't big enough for you to be that lame and predictable
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