I woke up and my panties were thumbtacked to his wall. Out of my reach.
I just looked at all of our spring break pictures... there's a guy getting a blow job in the background of the ones on the beach.
I started making my dollar bills into rings for the strippers
drunk doesnt even begin to explain it. he said he was going to get playing cards from the lobby and came back 20 minutes later with a full set of sheets.
OHMYGOD did I try to use pinesol as a mixer?
walking back to the dorm.. she is flashing evryone, demanding beads. we tried to stop her and now she just keeps yelling "Bourbon st bitchesss"... you get her tomorrow
I just windexed my mirror headboard, Lets get to work.
YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT. I CAN BLOW SOMETHING UP OR I CAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, BUT ONE OF THE TWO IS BOUND TO HAPPEN
our next stoner-chievment: cream of shroom soup. Get over here, this is happening!
Not sure if creeper guy is too drunk to talk or I'm too high to listen.
Well waking up naked, covered in Chex mix is not how I planned to start my Wednesday if that's what you're getting at.
She was blowing me like a porn star and all I could think was "you just told me your grandfather is dying in hospice right now"
I know you're having some issues right now but can we focus on the gangbang?
Would an open wound count as good sex or bad sex?
If we both don't have awesome filthy sexual experiences to share in the morning...we are no longer best friends.
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