Puking in one of the stalls, a guy ran in and started puking in the other stall... In between heaves we told each other our names; i found out that it was my old best friend that moved away in the 8th grade
sometimes i think what itd be like to be a firework
she's using the space heater to try to heat up a pop-tart...
He was standing in the front door with a kareoke machine yelling at the neighbors as the unloaded their van
I need a gatorade, my back cracked, my crimper, my shot glass, a sock of rice and an explanation.
You did this to yourself.
he told me he didn't know whether he was gonna puke, pass out, or cum. i don't know if i should be flattered or offended.
I went down on her for 35 minutes and didn't even get a handy. I've never felt more desire to be gay in my life.
Walk back down Church toward Mass Ave. Take a right and head for the guy in a kilt on top of the really tall unicycle. C u soon!
Nothing like being buzzed at 10:20am off wine shots in Amish country
It's no longer hooking up, we have definitely graduated to Sport Fucking....
I just shaved my "bikini area" into a fucking pizza slice
my only goal for the semester is never go to my wednesday class sober
I'm eating pizza in the bathtub
She's sent me the same nudes using the same gestures and positions... It's like she has a template for her sluty-ness
I mean I did fuck her boyfriend, the least I could do is post happy birthday on her Facebook wall.
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