He had one of those small greek statue penises
you just stared at your feet and said some shit about the molecules dancing and how you had just solved physics.
Good luck! Who knows he might be a stallion in the bedroom! or it could be like having sex with a crayon.
some how when im high sleep beats hunger...its like how paper beats rock it doesnt make any fucking sense but it still happens
Idk, it's Grover wearing a sombrero. Do I need a reason?
Oh my god. I'm sorry if i peed on you last nite. I am truly disgusting
I vaguely remember chanting "USA" at the pool when we were talking to the Frenchies.
We were pointing at fat people and chanting USA.
In preparation for st patty's day I finally had a shamrock shake, and I invested in an app that will apparently keep me from drunkenly texting you pictures of my tits this weekend. Please let me know if you want to not be put on the "forbidden" list!
I think the fact that I shit my pants, threw away my underwear in a frat bathroom, lost my socks down a drain in the front yard and still got laid... deserves some sort of a victory drink for myself or a blowjob for him since he was such a good sport.
I never thought I'd say this, but I think I just saw the hottest pregnant chick alive.
You're lucky you got out when you did, about an hour later the girl in the Franzia box started wrestling everyone.
the reputation of my dick game is on the line. You're killing the team, here, G
And as the acid sets in, he looks back at the shallow form he used to call his and whispers "3 pee pees strong"
No, I didn't meet up with him! That's when I had chlamydia.
The weekend was a blur. There was vodka and penises and orgasms. I played a game of Cock Roulette and won big
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