That was rough. We had a 50% puke rate and 100% still drunk rate at lunch
I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
Hands down the best time I've ever had barfing.
Not hooking up w him- he has one of those L.L. Bean book bags w his initials on it
At what point were we discussing suction-cupping a dildo to the wall?
I can't think of anything besides pubic hair fallout. Ugh.
Look, I said I'm sorry. In the shower, "are you happy to see me" sounded just like "could you please pee on me". Honest mistake.
It's just like riding a bike. Only it's a dude's face.
we were sitting on his couch watching tv and laughing at how funny the voices on the commercial were, then we realized the volume wasn't on.
All you had to say was "damn dude that looks fun, I miss ice fishing." But you sent a picture of poop. Classy
I'd help you out but I got Bacardi and Tequila poured down my snorkel last night and I'm still drunk
i've now hooked up with two guys who have tattoos of their sister's names...so that's a reality i have to live with...
I like that you use a Disney movie to describe the starting of our BDSM relationship, lmao
You're like my little fucked up version of the groundhog seeing its shadow, only it's boobs and warm weather.
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