I'm eating all of the evidence.
before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
Why is it that you only get to have sex when you haven't shaved your legs in six weeks and are wearing period stained granny panties?
Sober Sundays just aren't working out anymore.
I have sand in every orifice, there are bruises everywhere, and I smell like a distillery. I love summer.
We were all drunk for the whole flight. Steve doesn't even remember the cab ride to the airport. At 6am. Says he "blacked back in" at security.
NoShamevember. You game?
I lost the bet. I now have to do all chores sans clothing of any kind. I give it a week before I'm knocked up...
I love our relationship. We just get drunk, show each other our tits, demonstrate sexual positions and make pasta. Then you go to bed and I sit around with your mom and cry about how proud of you we are.
You were chugging tap water out of a running blender screaming "bubbles is Perrier mother fucker"
Our host-mom was rubbing her back sympathetically going "muy bien, chica" while she puked on the beach. So yeah, I think we got the best one.
On the food pyramid big dick are "sometimes foods"
yeah, never be friends with someone with shitty eyebrows.. they obviously already make poor life choices
of all the things that should kill me, scurvy wont be one of them
dude, i told you to rally, so you sprinted upstairs, knocked some girl down, and without missing a beat said, "not now bitch, im in the fucking zone" and took off
Randomize
