Ugh I just know that when I take off his pants his underwear will have Megan's Law written all over them.
Update: no underwear. Greeeeen light.
You just took 4 shots. 2 of them were maple syrup.
nothing says platonic group sex like a campfire and smores
y-o-u-r-e = you are, y-o-u-r = your. you are a bag of douche not your bag of douche. if you're going to insult me at least do it in proper english. that is all.
i'm using my hot pot to make jello shots in a muffin tin. i'm never ever graduating.
You know you're hung over when your pose in art class is lying face down on the platform
she's sitting here naked with heels and a taco.
On an unrelated side note: I shall now attempt to crawl to the bathroom. Where I will lay motionless on the cold ceramic bathtub with hot water pouring over my shivering body as I desperately try not to vomit. Good day.
You're about to fuck a guy with a sweatshirt tied around his waist like a mensurating 13 year old. Get your priorities straight, you're graduating tomorrow.
I don't understand or I understand perfect - if were not talking about fried chicken I'm not sure what's happening.
If you need us, Zoe and I will be on my kitchen floor drinking Gatorade and crying
He was so energetic. It was like screwing a bunny.
I'm rolling and just noticed that the thread count on these sheets is horrendous.
His balls will have been in my mouth at least once by this time tomorrow.
I cannot belive our party caught on fire
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