I'm watching a show called "I didn't know I was pregnant" on TLC...Apparently this happens enough that there is a series
we're taking a shot everytime we receive a "Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!" mass text. up to 7 since 10am. God help us.
Im like a co-bf. he pays for her birthday and christmas, but i get all the action.
She referred to her collection of sex toys as an "arsenal." I'm not sure whether to be scared or excited....
Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me
First day of class and I'm in a bar drinking pitcher #3. Foreshadowing?
Nothing like wearing your heels and smelling like henney in the afternoon
Covered in confetti and bad decisions
Topless bubble bath with a lesbian is debatable as a gay experience.
like seriously. this whole place is the shit. like i can move clouds. no other way to explain it but i can fucking move clouds.
Just talked to Laura, confirming that is my bra. Hope it goes well with the rest of your wall decorations.
I found a half-finished mass text from my California weekend that said "things I want to rape: you, things, stuff, and le"
They're basically the Kennedys. This is the family I fucked in to. I'm so proud of my vagina as much as it feels shitty for my heart.
I was loaded. my pee still has a hint of lime
Then years and years after that I will send you a picture of my warped vagina from all the kids that I had.
Are we going to go home and do it or do I have time to eat my nachos bell grande first?
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