So the last day on the vacation I woke up in the bath tub. My mom said she asked me during the night what I was doing and I said, "swimming."
nothing as in nothinggggg kills the mood for me is when a girl with 4 cm nipple hair
you threw your tampon into someones open car window...while they were driving.
It's happening again. I feel like I'm under water and my heart beat matches "Teenage Wasteland"
I just used my thong as a hair tie. I think I reached my limit.
I ended up in a shower with 9 people and a bunch of unopened beer last night. I think I got peed on. Hands were everywhere. We sold the peed on beer to people knocking on the hotel room door.
Wow, now I'm sad I didn't go.
Can you pinpoint the moment you decided it was acceptable to trade blow jobs for beers or was it a gradual slide?
Also, I threw up on the playground again. I've honestly had more fun there this past summer than I did in my entire childhood.
Just call Katie. She's like the drunk whisperer; she can get them to do anything.
The only thing I remember is doing a toddlers and tiaras dance routine onstage. I fucking CURTSIED.
OMG stop. Pretty feet? Sparkle baby!
Nipple rings and loofahs DO NOT mix.
The difference between 22 and 28 is bigger than I realised. I had the urge to put on Spongebob and give him a cookie.
I still blew him because I won't let allergies keep me from doing what I want. But I almost suffocated like 10 times.
You showed me your butthole that's like a mating call in other species
I will take a ruler to your dick so help me god
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