I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
That should be a holiday. like easter. but bulges instead of baskets
come over. we are watching hoarders and playing i spy.
Party priorities: alcohol > girls > music > cups > decorations
in hindsight, the duct tape banana hammock was a bad idea.
Well, there are worse ways to make $50 at a gay club.
Apparently I grabbed her ponytail and cut it with an exacto knife.
like teasing for 28 minutes, then the very last 2 minutes is where is ALL goes down. I'm talking, rings off, stable sitting position, hand job madness.
Oh my god he's laying on a longboard singing the song from cool runnings.
like i literally can feel my uterus getting frustrated at me for not being pregnant.
I think the exact words were 'I'd lett him to the weirdest shit to me'
He left his cock-ring in my truck.
Consider it a gay sex souvenir.
The zombie version of you bit my friend's hand. No more zombie crawl for you. Not ever.
And I am bleeding like slutty girl #1 In a horror movie
Ohhhhhh, that night......I need to stop drinking, almost all of my conversations that take place Wed thru Sun after 8:30 are one blurry haze.
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