It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
Apparently mediocre decisions were made last night. I woke up alone in my own bed with my fridge defrosted.
And I didn't go to bed alone. I am buckets of fail.
I feel great
I just peed on a car
i stalked him back to the creation of his facebook in november 2008. that bad.
i almost set my kitchen on fire last night. homecoming week is getting the best of me
I really don't think you should have 'baptized' your tattoo in vodka the same night you got it.
We fucked in your water heater closet. Told you we'd try everywhere.
My tits, and hanging out behind a hotel eating pizza.
420 is off to a bad start. Mark wake/baked WAY too much, and he has spent over $50 on the claw machine in the grocery store.
We broke into her grandpa's pool at 2 am and I held my underwear out the window on the way home.
Turns out both me and my grandpa have a guilty pleasure for South American men.
I lost the right to judge tonight
I also farted in bed this morning and said, "I don't even care. My body deserves that."
After we had sex he went to the kitchen, came back with a bag of funyuns and ate them buck ass naked in his bedroom doorway. Had no idea how to react to that one.
Nothing cures your heart after a boy calling you unattractive than a big fat dick
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