You're in luck. The brownies don't even have butter, just vege oil
I think I took your hangover as a birthday present
well, if it gives you any insight into how crazy it was, i am currently wikipediaing "anullment"
I need ur penis! This is not drunk texting, either! This is I need ur penis texting. There IS a difference!
so i hit rock bottom, god threw me a shovel. i continued to dig.
Ok, so for future reference, in Rome, "piano bar" means "brothel".
he went up stairs with nothing on but calvin klein's and an eskimo hat, said hi to her dad, got a doughnut, and left like it was an everyday thing
He wants me to have his first child. So that makes four gay men that've called dibs on my eggs.
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.
actually there are like 49038098 people in the bathroom for no reason. Singing My Heart Will Go On and pseudo fighting.
We started off talking about nice cuddling and you turned it into fucking with a Santa hat on...
I don't trust his life but I trust his penis.
It’s like a buffet of marriages! Every option is available to you!
The last thing I remember is trying to chug the rest of the everclear, running through a fence, and laying down in the snow. I hurt.
So then edible panties?
Jesus no he likes candy too much, I'd lose a lip
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