we're blogging at a bar
I'm in a strip club that reminds me of a crack house from the 80's.
So he handed us the weed then asked us if we needed any papers. And she goes "i dont know what that means, do we need to sign something?"
Correct me if I'm wrong but the photo album titles "cause I've been drankin" and "baby jessica" should not belong to the same person.
he threw up on me, hugged my legged and then started laughing. when i asked him why, he said "it's like the sour patch kids commercials."
While he was going down his phone rang and he answered saying I'll call you later I'm eating.
While all the other girls were trying to out skut the next, Cameron was just doing cartwheels around the bar. I think she's the only one who got laid.
when I went into his room, he was sleeping on his stomach, almost as if to silently say, "you're not touching my dick tonight".
if you guys find pieces of my teeth don't throw them out please
I need a costume for that party. Even if I'm just taking it off.
I'm jealous, curious, and aroused. All at the same time.
My job here is done.
You -do- realize there are other things to talk about than just how different parts of you smell like pussy, right?
Do not ever look at a picture of an erect ostrich penis. You will regret it.
I'm eating cookie dough with a tongue depressor for lunch.
I just got the high sucked out of me. Fuck.
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