Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
i'm going through the NYU 2014 group looking for future drunken hookups. too slutty?
I was so high last night. I wrote a poem about my salt shaker
I went to class with the sex aroma on me. The hot sun doesn't help much.
Be prepared to possibly be invited to a fancy strip club breakfast on Friday and be prepared to say yes.
I know. My only sports are biking to buy drugs and running from the police.
I just saw a girl on crutches doing a walk of shame. She is either super dedicated, or her night didn't go as planned.
Just walk straight and zig zag through cars tell you get to the road. That's where I am. Perpendicular to the doors do not make any turns
I can hear my parents having sex. I REPEAT. I CAN HEAR MY PARENTS HAVING SEX! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
Your mom is 55 and has MS. To be honest, I'm proud of her, and you should be too, bitch.
Once he blows his load, he's more of an immediate flight risk than that jetBlue pilot. He's out the door before his cum is out of my vajayjay.
Having the sex-a-thon in the back yard led to some really odd tan lines.
Like handprints on my lower back...
judging from the number of limes and box of kosher salt on the counter therell be 8.5 gallons of tequila drunk this weekend.
sounds about right
dude, we need a reunion soon, my vagina needs a deep massage. The kitty is ready to play
I need a present that says please like me even though i'm banging your grandson
Turns out dignity is priceless and Plan B costs $41.09
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