We were so tired we rock paper scissored for who would be on top. I won.
I reached in my backpack to pull out my laptop. I found my bottle of Jack and 2 bottles of Coke. It's going to be a good class.
My eyes got the double whammy. Once with pepperspray from the riot the other with cum. Both of which i did nothing to deserve.
She was perfectly content just sitting in the middle of everyone blowing bubbles in the air.
he was drinking cheap vodka with warm tap water and a packet of crystal light. if that's not an alcoholic then idk what is
The investigator asked if we were sharing a pitcher of margaritas. I corrected him and explained that we each had our own.
I opened up my wallet and it was filled with puke.
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
I think I ate my cheesy fiesta potatoes cup.
Whatever, consider condoms an eighteen year investment.
I could probably save all of the money I would have spent on condoms and put a kid through college.
Just watched an entire Mariachi band walk of shame home together. Halloween at its finest
I no longer exist. I have transformed into a puddle of sex.
You can achieve whatever you wish in your imagination with some help from drugs
your were asleep with people making out on top of you. you didn't even look bothered by it.
Once you find out someone has a small dick, you never look at them the same again.
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