Ok seriously, can we bring back badminton?
fucking a dude
i mean: fucking a, dude
wow, that comma made all the difference there
All we had was a keg so we played edward nalgene-hands
it's pretty bad when you go in bed bath and beyond and recognize 6 different bed spreads you've had sex on
Our kitchen sink faucet is leaking, so I set a pitcher under it to catch water for Kool-Aid tomorrow rather than turn on the faucet. The environment owes me.
literally hosing herself off in my back yard with the hose. i offered her the shower but she refused. that drunk.
Gregs sitting in the living room in his underwear hitting the bong watching a rob schneider movie. His lack of fuck giving is inspirational
No, we got so into acting out our role play characters we didn't even fuck. still sucess.
At this point i guess a traditional, non-life-threatening pity fuck is too much to ask for
I live vicariously through you. No one mistakes me for a hooker anymore. I look like a stay at home mom of three. On bad days of four.
I was like can I please fuck your hips back into realignment
So how did it go?
I'm not sure if it was all the eggnog or all the alcohol, but hosting an eggnog pong tournament was a mistake.
My arms in a cast, how am I supposed to have sex with only one hand?
more importantly I need two hands to eat pie
I don't want to just break his heart, I want to dip it in liquid nitrogen and then smash it until it's powder and snort the powder
Not my fault the fence refused to just break when I ran into it.
Randomize
