party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
Good. You are like the clit whisperer.
i'm dressed up like the coppertone baby and being hit on a guy in a monk costume. the irony is not lost on me.
She got her phone back last night. And the first thing I sent her was a picture of me pooping in a culvers bathroom
a price tag just fell out of my vag. i guess its worth $13.99...
a small fire erupted but we put it out with a can of beer so everything's fine
All of the texts in my phone just say "BEER". I woke up with glowsticks on my arm. What happened last night?
Unless your apartment has 3 am pancakes Im not coming over.
I'm eating captain crunch out of a cup half full of beer so idk
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
i swear i just dislocated a hip staying still
The whole time we were hanging out my vagina was yelling at me like its a real live penis that wants to have sex with us what are you doing
The council and I are about to open up a bottle of malort.
UPGATe: THE COUNCIL AND I HAVE AGREED TO BAHN MALORT FROM THE HOUSEHOLD
Don't forget to make sex 3rd on your calander
The sad moment you remember you have no power for a week and can't flush.....
Wrong number bro but that sounds like a damn shame.
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