it was a shit show
We all have our days. But yours might be on the internet.
This girl is more easily done than said...
DAMN! I hate it when i drunkenly erase all my "sent message" and wake up in the morning and my inbox is full of "WTF?" and "Huh?" messages.
i just walked in on him masterbating..to a picture of me. that definitely has to be true love.
I don't even want to think what you did to boys being that drunk and horny.
Then I wouldn't suggest looking at the pictures from last night.
all you kept saying from the spare room was "can you bring me a puke bowl...and the cat"
good news: I made it out of bed and into shower. Bad news: I made it back to bed without clothes. Worse news: I don't know this bed.
Did you sleep with Connor? And who undressed me? There's a picture of two guys peeing out my bedroom window. What happened?
You made out with a guy who refers to his cock as "rafiki." Are you proud of yourself?
can you just act like it's not so easy to get a blowjob from me??
All I really remember is shouting "THANKS FOR LETTING ME MAKE OUT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND."
What can I say? You have this amazing power over straight girls.
The George Foreman grill is melted. I don't know what other problems could arise.
Some guy named spider just bought me 5 shots
I'm going to talk him into letting me tie him up, and then just leave him that way and go meet you for fro-yo.
Btw I definitely had pizza sauce on my face, a painful hickey on my neck, and I just remember screaming SISTER WIVES because of the girl's 1997 jean skirt! Wow.
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