check it out our google latitudes are spooning
I am like the Mr. Miyagi of queefs.
They had a "who can aim further away from the toilet" contest. I'm now washing piss off my ceiling.
I'm starting to blur the boundary between reasonable senioritis and self-destruction. Somewhat-openly hittin the flask in 11am class
i am going to show so many millionaires my nipple
this weekend destroyed me...my brain feels like the curly fry at the bottom of the bag. GAhhh come save me
that's ecstasy for ya. now I'm kinda in the mood for jack in the box.
I don't text first unless I'm hammered...so ya I text first a lot
We'll I told him I wanted to keep it PG last night, but then later I asked him to take his pants off. So i'm guessing it was my fault.
We were pulling the glow sticks off of him and he just kept yelling, "my bones! You're taking my bones!" and asking me if I was on the crew team
Dude we both faced 40s of steel reserve which is like saying, "Hey, I'm a complete piece of shit!"
My life is a clusterfuck of men and disorderly priorities right meow.
I wish I could open myself up and check on my liver. Make sure it's hanging on. Ya know?
i could only love him more if he was covered in glitter.
Come on in. I'm butt naked, in the kitchen, eating ice pops
You sent me a pic of you peeing in two separate directions
and like half a dozen dick pics
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