And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
She made a list of the things each of us had done wrong and assigned a point system. Guess who came out the loser?
& he told me 'I don't think ur a big slut-just kind of an average slut'
HE THINKS THATS A COMPLIMENT!!!!!
I don't know what happened to get you in this mentality. This time last year your were ass up on a hotel bathroom counter getting licked by a stranger.
dude. you ripped the mardi gras beads off the girls neck and yelled she didnt deserve them..
i'm not sure when i reached "slam my own hand in the door" status but my half attached fingernail is not grateful.
Well the "Blackout with your sack out" party turned out predictably.
doing shots of $6 a bottle whiskey and chasing it with milk. my own personal way of saying fuck life.
getting up at 8am to start drinking seemed like a much better idea before I had to wake up at 8am
I told him to keep his feelings in his pants because they're annoying and to just fuck me.
25 likes of a picture on Instagram of my butthole. beat that.
She could makes a perfectt roast dinner drunk but she nearly sets the kitchen alight microwaving popcorn.
So you're saying that I ended up challenging a dude to Uno then proceed to punch them in the face?
whenever dudes said you had nice tits you'd scream at them "This double push-up bra is full of deceit and lies!"
I just washed down my antidepressant with some pineapple wine. I'm the picture of mental health this holiday season
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