Im listening to a jazz version of dick in a box.
people should stop making movies, we'll never top bio-dome.
She had a little wicker basket of condoms by her bed. Disturbing yet convenient.
I say that when we get our grades back we're making a drinking game out of it.
Watching that soccer game was like getting kicked in the crotch for an hour and half and then coming right at the end.
In preparation of Wine in the Woods next weekend, today we're hosting Straight Vodka in the Bathtub
Breakfast=the leftover margarita in my car. Have a great day.
So can we talk about how we all three made out with the bike taxi driver in lieu of paying him. I'm not even mad, that's resourceful. You know what married girls would have had to do? They'd have had to pay.
I mean its cheating, but i figure i've made out wiht married chicks before so its like a nicotine patch, quitting by doing less and less each day
My lower body still feels like its been through a garbage disposal and a trash compactor. In that order.
NEW INFORMATION meech found me passed out on a bench outside.
Texas awaits me. And all the cocks that live there too.
sex on a trampoline, in the rain, on ecstasy, just thought you should know.
He's not put together enough to have that big of a dick
Those brownies did us in. I honestly blacked out completely.
What brownies? Ohmygod.
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