the more pounds shes got the more points. bonus points awarded for specialty moves used. aka broken cowboy, tobogan, dutch oven, or brazilian fake out.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
stranger just walked up to the fridge at the party, took the hawaiin punch out, drank it straight from the bottle, looked at everyone who stared in awe and said "im fucking thirsty" and put it back.
I used to practice getting hit by cars.
It was awkward being the only one at the wedding who knows that the bride and groom met when she gave him a lap dance at a strip club
We did a shot for each one. Father... son... and holy ghost. That wasn't enough though so we moved on to toasting dead relatives.
You missed out on a serious adventure. Cops were called. We put a chicken in someones house.
I would makeout with my roommate, but im not drunk enough and she doesnt like bacon fat
She came to the party dressed as slutty elmo and then called me oscar the grouch for not wanting to bang her in the dumpster outside.
she is way to in-touch with her childhood
She's high and running across rooftops. Yes we're going to end up in A&E again.
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
I think I fucked up my elbow when I tried to fight off the paramedics.
after last night, ive never not wanted to live so much in my life.
I found out he hated a girl that I hate so I fucked him. My reasons for fucking guys are getting bad.
I'm still drunk, my mom is throwing up, and there is a random Irish guy out getting our house breakfast right now. Wednesday's are my bitch.
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