I hope to God it wasnt poon. That odor was unnatural, it was satanic pussy.
Maryland truck stops are full of people with killer mustaches
I don't even remember his name...i'm just gonna save it as birthday sex
but seriously ill do anyone in one of those hats with the earflaps.
He said I was like bonnie and clyde all rolled into one but twice as trashy and 75% less clothes...
He obviously understands you completely.
I don't care how hungover you are were not listening to enya
how can i incorporate a boy scout uniform into what i do tonight?
Go to petsmart and tell me if the dog trainer is the guy I slept with friday. Thanks.
Every fourth of July I get sentimental when I think back to the one where we drove around baked off our asses crashing multiple cookouts listening to Team America's "America, Fuck Yea" on repeat. I miss us.
Bible prof is the guy I made out with at the gay bar on the fourth. He doesn't remember.
I don't understand or I understand perfect - if were not talking about fried chicken I'm not sure what's happening.
Well I woke up at my house so that's a plus. But I'm pretty sure I peed on my sofa because I woke up in the pee position.
Yeah, the email that I was sending to get an Escort for the weekend, copied and pasted to my boss, that should be interesting conversation, when I come back from Christmas vacation break.
I found a hot kiwi last time and sucked his dick. That's what rooftop bars are made for.
I 100% barfed while bumping the DMX remix of reading rainbow
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