I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
You know you hit rock bottom when you make out with a guy named after a cereal.
made the entire pub sing the british national anthem, puked, rallied, then peed in a telephone booth and have pictures to prove it, taking tourism to another level since 2012.
I know. It's cray. Crayon. Crayolaaaaa.
All I know is I was dancing to Shakira in his alley and I think rubbing my junk on his car door.
I must be the strongest person who ever managed to get knocked down by a pug.
i need to un-sleep with a few of those brothers before we ever go back to that house again. i'm serious. i will not be a fraternity groupie.
alll i remember is comming back downstairs, his pants were off and he was aplauding me
We should just do therapy together, clearly we have all the same issues. It's why we are friends.
he bit THROUGH my nipple
plus side, no need to pay for a piercing.
I've decided to become a librarian so I can drunkenly quote The Mummy and have it be legit.
How did you interpret 'wheat thins' from 'vaginal trauma'?
Being an adult is fun. You can experience a break up, then go fuck someone else in the woods.
Basically we had a threesome in one room and a fivesome in the next room. Its what I like to call a win win situation.
Forget Covid themed costumes. I need one that attracts a quality penis
preferably one with a six figure job and a boat
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