So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
You can spell. I can kill people with no remorse. We all have our skills.
it wasn't lemon gatorade
I bruised his dick. I bruised his dick WITH MY MOUTH!! I've never felt more accomplished.
I'm okay with corrupting his young mind.
Ew! He's just a child!
AND I'M GONNA SHOW HIM HOW TO MAKE ONE.
Tried to dodge fire in poncho. Fell through fence. Blood everywhere.
The German just referred to my vagina as the Great Barrier Reef and that he was going to go diving in it.
Just set out 2 water bottles as an offering to my hungover self.
he gave me a flinstones gummy vitamin and was like, "ya know.. because of ebola."
We just catapulted a jelly bean off of his hard dick into his mouth.......Happy Easter!
Like, yea, let's talk sexy but also...LOOK! I SAW A CAT!
I just blew thrown up hashbrowns out my nose. That's the level of this hangover.
Self reach around competition is what the Olympics has been missing all along. A true test of athleticism.
She's so nice... She deserves all the dicks.
Okay, so is being determined to have my vagina licked by a woman on Valentine's day an acceptable goal?
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