somehow on my way home with matt, I ended up straddling steve on the sidewalk and polling the people walking by on whether or not we should have sex.
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
i gave her road head last night, needless to say it wasn't the same and i bit a chunk of the inside of my cheek off.
Just think about how many life skills I lack. Cooking... Driving... Sobriety...
I don't know what he did but now I'm terrified of mustache rides and it's only movember 3rd
Wat the fuck dude ketchup in my bong???
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
My vagina senses are tingling. I know your here.
I think my hopes are too high for this one. The only other bachelorette party I've been to I was felt up by a Chippendale's dancer and smoked a joint with the party bus driver.
I believe nudity is frowned upon at that establishment
He is the blood diamond of hook ups. You think you want it...but you don't
you kept saying "i will not *breathe* regret this *breathe* in the morning *breathe* i just gotta remember *breathe* to BREATHE"
Have you considered sword swallowing? Something about that bj tells me you could make a it a career.
I don't care how hot he is. I will not strip for him to country music.
I haven't listened to news as I've been having lesbian sex all night. Anything new?
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