I think we should make Neil Patrick Harris a permanent part of our role playing.
i just got drunk dialed and its 10am. clearly finals are over.
I met her dad while holding 4 empty beer bottles at the opera house. I think I made a hell of an impression.
She sat on the toilet backwards so that she could hold onto the back part for balance. No she's not ready to go home.
I will pre answer that I did not see it the fun way. He was peeing outside.
What happens at the gay bar stays at the gay bar. Except that I sold my panties for $100. People should know that.
I still can't believe he came down from his hiding place in the tree voluntarily because he didn't want us to have to talk to the cops alone...
Most men with as many freckles as you aren't vagina magnets. You are an exception to your kind.
At tuba camp, the pickings are slim. It's like being the tallest midget.
Good. Sleepy. In the middle of a pregnancy scare. The usual.
Explaining that I bought them at a strip club gift shop with my friend didnt make the furry handcuffs seem less weird
and then you two started interpretive dancing to Mozart
I rewarded myself with Taco Bell tonight for going a full week without punching my roommates in the face or wishing bodily harm on them.
Bootycalls can't go limp that's like against the law
Kinda thinking about going to my moms wedding high
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