so basically i'm the" little sister", he's the "big brother" and we just fucked
after he passed out we removed everything electronic from his room, stuck in some old books and an ancient typewriter from goodwill. for 20 min. we had him convinced he'd drunk himself backward in time.
Listening to her yell about my drinking problem is not helping my hangover.
i think i'd rather have a trophy of a like jizz stained curtain or something
He walked into my room in the middle of the night, whispered something about the patriot act, and took my tv.
Keep your head up. His game is good, and you should be honoured to be a notch on his wall. If it makes you feel better, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
Idk we were snorting lines and making out in the stall while these people were cheering us on, on the other side. And that's when I realized he wasn't the only guy in the girls bathroom.
St Patricks day needs to be raged like youve never raged before. Like youre in the desert and it starts raining beer. Like it's the day the announced the 21st amendment (which is the one that ended prohibition)
I am lonely and I want to touch your beard
Someone downtown drunkenly stole the antenna off of her car... while she was driving.
I found us a new booze connection and I'm writing college admissions essays. The future is bright.
We're sitting in the bathtub, eating pizza, doing shots of vvodka and comparing nipples. I havfe never been so comfortable in my life.
One day soon I'll learn the difference between a good high and way too high. Today is not the day.
I'm sorry. I slept with him again. On the plus side he's got better at it!
Moral of the story - don't craft naked. Your nipples with thank me.
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