Hey, do you have a beer bong you could drop off at my little brother's place?
God I can't wait to have my phone textbombed every night
i'm sick of taking my pants off and seeing a look of disappointment on the girls face. i want her to be frigthened
I can tell how much and what I drank by my morning shits
When we were fucking, you could hear the beer sloshing around in my stomach
He's a collector of sorts
Any cool stuff?
You should see the collection of booggers in the carpet next to his desk
clearly I should have checked to see if he was an NRA member before I went back to his house and woke up in Heston's haven.
Well, technically I had a shirt on, it was just around my waist.
i told her she would have to blow me everytime we lost a game of beer pong, she never noticed i purposely hit our opponents in the face every other shot
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
we are still finding bottels filled with his pee. tom almost drank the one in the frig
im just going to make a prayer circle of top ramen packets and cheap beer
I don't go out. I live in my room watching Bridget Jones and thanking my vibrator for existing.
The fact that it was "anything but a cup" now explains the cowboy boots and fishbowl aftermath at the apartment.
It was an all night sausage fest and I was the lady of honor.
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