Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
I take no responsibility of who alcohol hooks up with using my body!
She asked the taxi driver to stop at the Texaco because she had to puke. She did then stumbled into the gas station and bought a 40.
I'll reiterate. Best drinking game ever. I shall teach it to my children's children
Breakfast Clubbing as Juggalos. I can feel our IQs in freefall.
So. I need to gloat. I couldn't exactly tell my family that I won this game by deep throating.
She's dressed as a slutty goth schoolgirl. Those are my three favorite things. God himself could not give me whiskey dick.
It's kind of awesome I can smoke with my parents and tell them about thetime we used listerine in that bong
I just want someone to put their head on my boobs and laugh at my jokes ....
A toast to whoever set this year's daylight savings fallback to the day after halloween, granting us another hour to detox before we pretend to be functional adults. Clearly, a partier with forethought and clear priorities. Cheers!
Do you remember the guy that smelled like hot dogs?
I someohow managed to lose my butt plug in tne midst of moving to B.C. and I am not a happy camper.
I remember 2 things. 1. Hanging through the window. 2. And she needing a bucket to puke in. That’s all. I have no other memory.
I'm covered in jizz and the toll booth lady knew it
I peed in my closet, which at the time looked like a sparkly bathroom...
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