I'll let you put expensive food in me, but really, not much else.
His text read: Sex? I replied: Not drunk enough. He bought 4 more rounds and tantalized me with the offer pizza later. This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
im a genious. moved my bed and mirror so i can watch the game while Fucking
u sent me just one boob. one just doesnt do it for me. u dont get full on a half a rack of ribs u need a full one
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I wonder if they've ever made a porno about the song "she'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes"
i googled "the goonies drinking game." i may be alone, but i'm living the college dream.
The last thing I remember was talking about the economic viability of cock ring manufacturing... we had some good ideas
there's sperm and chicken noodle soup everywhere
How do the freshmen here NOT understand the tricks we are playing on them by now? Doesn't bode well for grad numbers. Idiots.
You just said we could build a blanket and pillow "fuck fort." Of course I'm never leaving you.
KETAMINE SUNDAYS ARE SERIOUSLY FUCKING ME UP!
I approve. Last time I was there, I left E's room to get a drink of water. Found M sitting on the kitchen counter in his boxers hammered and eating a banana. He proceeded to feed me the rest of his banana then went to bed with the lights on. You two will be great.
I wish university was like frosh week all the time and then they just give you a degree for surviving
I think I've been inadvertently participating in a contest to see how many times I can show up to work hungover in my first year of teaching. And I'm the only participant. Not sure if I'm winning or losing.
Randomize
