Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
It saddens me that girls will never know the wonder feeling of pulling your sweaty nutsack off of your leg.
come over. we are watching hoarders and playing i spy.
Her dress is practically falling off. It must know I'm here.
imagine how many guys you'd have sex if you didn't recieve your monthly gift.
you know, even black out drunk I can always remember the exact point where I should have stopped drinking.
I don't think we should have started that trash fire
We found you on the floor drooling you kept saying over and over how you were double jointed.
I can't believe that 100lb chick tackled me through a flight of stairs
You can do it. What doesn't kill us just drives us to drink
also found a pic of my head in the microwave from the other night.. hmm
Charles Darwin would shit his pants if he saw that we managed to survive that weekend.
They're magnificent. It's like god made her last but hadn't fulfilled his boob quota.
As a member of the kink community, I feel grossly misrepresented
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