she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
It was like little house on the drunk prairie.
You know that it's no longer pregaming if you don't go anywhere, right? That's just drinking alone.
He said last night that he'd never had such a great conversation and such a great handjob at the same time.
I am omw to AA Fellowship by the sea w Jenny and a stripper who just paid for our jetski with 85 $1 bills
Drank a fosters this weekend and last weekend. Listening to down under 5 times a day. Spent 100 dollars on a sleeveless men at work shirt circa 1983. We don't leave for another 5 weeks. I call it pregaming.
I puked in a solo cup and then offered it to him. So yeah, it was a rough night.
DOGS JUST TOTALLY ATE THE FEATHERS OFF MY NIPPLE CLAMPS!!!
It took 6 cruisers to bust the party last night. Cop asked if the theme was a beach party. I said I would fucking hope so with 8 tons of sand in the garage
I am naked in a blanket sprawled on my bed eating a pastry. This is all I want out of life. Ever.
So the guy I hooked up with during welcome week just tried to booty call me from across the lecture hall at 9am. I don't think he gets how this works...
I woke up in a bunk bed beside two Brazilians dude you have no idea how happy I was
He just didn't want his drunk dick pulled out of his windbreaker at the family party
Here's an unsolicited pic of my tits, because you almost died last night.
Leaving the puke on the ceiling as a reminder.
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