I'm pretty sure that he just gave me the ginger disease
she sang that "this little piggy song" to my balls. and somehow made it work, with me only having two balls instead of five.
while 90% of the female population goes to worship a fictional character tonight at midnight, I will be taking advantage of having the bars ALL TO MYSELF.
"I never want to have to say, 'Please don't squirt me with your breast milk' again.
and my souvenir for the night was a nice ambulance blanket
All I remember is doing a naked tuck and roll of your bed.
knew it was a bad idea. the look she gave me when i left her roommates bedroom in the morning really illustrated that.
I think I reached optimum potential when I summersaulted straight into a kiddie pool.
No, earlier you attempted Jenga with everyones shoes.
he just sent me a picture of his penis sticking through a piece of paper that he had drawn a stick figure with tits on it that said "you"
As I was sneaking out of his house last night his moms lover was sneaking in, he held the door for me...
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
It's 4/20. I'm not too worried about "healthy"
He handcuffed himself to the keg... D is hooking up with him anyway.
My penis is saying yes, several less important organs are saying noo...
but seriously, an anthropology paper shouldn't be hard if you're trashed, right?
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