.....so he has a son. Josh. That is not his roommate
sitting in room practicing taking shots. has my life come to this?
I hope whoever gets these locks of love doesn't have a drug test anytime soon
You were so trashed that when you dropped your fruit rollup on the floor, you just sat next to it and cried.
I'm pretty sure we've had sex a bunch more times than we've hugged. So hugs are weird when they happen.
I don't remember which guy I met at the bar is coming to pick me up. It will be like my birthday surprise.
Even after projectile vomiting watermelon on the beach, it still sounds appetizing.
I'm sitting on the patient chair, waiting for my vagina to be violated & "i don't want to miss a thing" has been playing on repeat. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME.
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
The smoke alarm went off as soon as we opened the closet.
I am just going to stick my boobs out and hope for the best
she told me she wanted to fuck me because i was "rugged". if the definition of rugged is a lack of manscaping, slightly overweight, and pounding 16 oz pbrs, then yes i am rugged as fuck
Can we talk about the fact that a stranger is doing a line of coke off our living room table right now?
So when did "Are you okay?" translate into "Don't tell me you got fucked by another rando after another rager"?
Is constant horniness a medical condition? Because a husband, a boyfriend and an office side piece should be enough penis for one girl - but they’re not :-(
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