we're at Rob's house and just invented the best drinking game ever....we are on Chatroulette and everytime we see a dick we all have to drink.
hes so high that he's convinced hes a duck. hes squating in the bathtub quacking. that was NOT JUST pot.
I mean, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.
remember, YOU ARE A WINNER
my dinner was a box of cheezits simultaneously mixed in with cocoa puffs and fried rice.
mid blow job she looked up and said "we aren't even facebook friends!"
Postcard from jail please. Reserving a spot on my fridge.
he's speaking broken english and calling me isaac.. this is not the australian i ordered for a one nighter
Yea it's a sex scar. But if anyone asks I tripped up carpeted stairs
he got mad becuase i made more noise when he gave me a back massage then i do when we actually have sex
It looks like I colored my belly button red at some point
We met up and made out in front of an empanada spot, if that's not romance then idk what is.
Well, personally I like to keep my blackmail in well organised folders.
She came out of the bathroom listening to her iPod and crying. Then she started scream 'she will be loved'. She seems to be handling the break up well lol
Dude, I just turned down sexual favours because I need to study... What the fuck is wrong with me?
Leave it to my mom and I to turn the hearing into a drinking game.
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