Well, if your day started with strippers, then we're tied. Otheriwse, I'm winning.
isnt it sad that we can reminisce about our childhood but we cant remember shit we did last month
I've never had a better reason to do blow of a Pittsburgh strippers ass than to try and keep pace with my dad.
She compares her life to Teen Mom. She's 28.
We are having a competition to see who can masterbate in the wierdest place, right now hes winning since he masterbated on his Jr. High school bus.
Last night, I accomplished the impossible. I pissed while riding my bicycle home without pissing all over myself. My Dutch friends gave me a round of applause and said I was now the king of holland.
I'd bet your vomit would be flammable at this point. Can I try to light it?
We wouldn't be friends if you didn't.
Your cousin just asked the bartender to start a round of vagina shots. Not body shots. Vagina shots. We're taking her out more often.
It's a never ending cycle of men I've fucked knowing other men I've fucked. I need a new town.
A good drinking club with a running problem, improves endurance in both I have observed this evening.
2 for 1 beer results in multiples of 2 so what should be a beer or two becomes 4 or 6. But running, alleviates the need for a DD.
Please tell me that all of the things I remember doing last night didn't really happen. Please.
Do you want me to add this to the list of actions I will state at your intervention
I literally wonder, frequently, "Will anyone ever fuck me until i go cross eyed for 2 hours again?''
The only thing he told me before he passed out was that he is from Buffalo and I'm a bitch.
Can I get my morals surgically removed?
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