we're blogging at a bar
party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
you said the mailboxes were turning into babies and they started crawling away. then you cried and asked me how you were gonna get your college acceptance letters
Ps if we're still living vicariously through each other, you had sex on a beach last night
with all this snow coming, and no school, I figure why not try every possible liquor snowcone.
Just orgasmed in canada. I should get a sticker or something that says I orgasmed in a different country.
If 26 stitches didn't sober her up, nothing will.
I see your smile in the face of every drunk that senses he's about to slay a troll.
You told the cop FUCK YOU AND YOUR TASER, i dont think he appricaited that
The only way that night could have gotten any better would be if a unicorn would descend from the heavens with a nacho bell grande in a bag around its horn beat boxing Hakunah Matata.
You don't have to have sex with both if us but I would like a little positive fucking regard.
I don't know what you slipped me, but my TV is vomming blood right now. Thanks, jerkoff.
got laid for being an eagle scout again. 4 more and ill have all my merit badges.
Legit hope my Trump humping Brother dies of this shit so I can stop pretending to still love him.
Of course he did! You’ve seen my tits, you know he didn’t stand a chance!
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