so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
hahahahahahhahahahaha. 26, Dominican, has a funny accent, thinks I'm hot. Tots boning.
worst hand job ever. my dick is about as raw as that sushi your mom wanted me to try.
You were running around the house with a purple crayon asking people to call you harold..
Also, I've sobered up around 5am, in Delaware. I remember making this decision, and highly regret it now.
just threw up on my speech test, so much for a great semester
And we should impose a 'friends don't let friends order 25 shots at last call' rule
Blow job bear ended up in my bed last night. She didn't live up to her costume.
dude, you were feeling up her boob for 20 minutes in front of the guy she was hitting on because you and her had an argument over who had bigger boobs.
hey man, it was for science okay.
Well she got high, deleted the essay she was working on, and then ordered dominos. We all manage stress in different ways.
There's a lady lying down on the sidewalk in front of our building smoking a cig
WTF? Why is there a pic of my tits in ur dad's office?
We smoked a blunt in a stall where a drag queen was fucking a bartender in the ass. So theres gonna be a second date :)
Also, totally got laid in my yellow rubber boots and it was awesome.
In the words of Disney’s Jafar, “desperate times call for desperate measures.”
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