I decided that just having that story under my belt and being able to tell it to my grandchildren is worth the regrets of the evening.
She literally thanked me for asking before I put in her ass
we're doing beer bongs from the windmill...epic
Chipotle...archenemy of the gay man. Cockblocking me since 1997
She talked about nothing but beanie babies for 45 minutes. I'm never getting high with her again.
I mean, I'm all about sharing, but when he tells me about his wet dreams about Oprah, I think it's taking it too far.
I smell like fire and strippers. Successful sunday funday.
I have a question: does pizza dipped in chili sound good or am I just really high?
You told the cop at mobil to keep it real and look both ways before crossing the street.
He put himself in the friend zone by calling me dude all night so I blew his friend. Judge me.
She's comparing the feel of breasts to shredded cabbage. Weirdest. Grandmother. Ever.
Okay hun. Well my neighbors haven't called the cops yet so I think we're good. No more burning in the yard.
Woke up to a sex noise notice under my door...he gets a A+ for proformance and ill be seeing him again.
I've faked every orgasm I've ever had, I think I can fake being sick for 8 hours.
you came home and ate 12 bananas. you really didnt think mom would know you were high?
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