I left the party when things started to get crazy... and when I say crazy I mean: there was puke on the carpet, Evan was passed out behind a plant, Mary was making out with her ex while her present bf was making out with Nancy. Not to mention that someone fisted the wall. Also - someone is sleeping on your lawn - they might be dead, I didn't check. Later.
Grow some girl-balls and come out already
Forget abc fam drinking games. Take a shot everytime Tyra says I and you'll be dead by the first commercial
girl is pretty boring. i'm gonna see if she'll let me finger her.
On my way home I stopped at target and bought beer and galoshes. I am a planner.
she made sit in a corner, drink nothing but water and told me she was worried about me because i picked up an irish guy at a taxi rank. says the girl who invented tequila night and fucked a guy in a park across the street from a sweet sixteenth.
Hey remember that spam cooked in dr pepper we made? 10x better when the dr pepper is rum
She keeps feeding me drugs. Its like I'm her baby bird or something
But in today's society it's frowned upon not to wear pants in public.
My ladyscape is the envy of many and the shangrila of few. I will display it proudly.
Yeah, this is not that. This is a father and son bonding moment involving my all of my orifices.
Some small part of me hopes I'm on the probationary list because of seeing the Dean at that fetish party.
I'm definitely not going to be able to fuck him high. I won't be able to not laugh at his man boobs
In theory, it seemed like it would work.
false alarm, still single
I wore my lizzie mcguire socks to the bar last night. Because that's how i get all the ladiez
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