there is a baby dancing on the table amidst the smoke of multiple cigarettes. i want to trade lives with that baby.
apparently i told her i wouldn't press charges if she brought me food.
Judging by the crutches in the living room I take it you two are fine and we aren't going out tonight?
he belly flopped onto the beer pong table, and almost boke his face, so at that point we decided swimming would be safer for him.
whatever buzz i had immediately ended when i saw her run through a sliding glass door
He told me he felt like he shoud say thank you and as a prize i could keep anything from his room that i wanted.
You should never talk to him again. Unless its you knocking on the door and punching his dick.
I just want to know who nailed the chicken nugget to the door.
I think I'm still drunk and I think you were in my dream (sadly, it was not a sexual bill murray one).
He also gave me two gold stars for sex. On my nipples.
I'm drinking and working out! I'm bench pressing the beer pong table and doing push ups and lifting the chair.
Meet at Walmart straight from work to buy items for hurricane fun. Then blast some wine, make some sex, blast a bowl and cuddle each other till the sun comes up?
That's the most romantic New Orleans hurrication I've ever heard of. Can I have your babies?
Ok because I want to set a new world record for how fast I can drink away my Christmas money
Recliner chair sex has moments of worry....just don't.
i'm growling thTa how much i wNn slwwwp.
save me some of whatever you're doing i'll be there in five.
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