I went for the touchdown every play, and I think I ended up with herpes.
its like think what a normal person would think but completely the opposite.
he asked me if i "normally slept like that" because i was curled up in a ball facing the wall. then he told me that i woke up in the middle of the night and said "oh my god. i forgot you were here." how did he not understand that i didn't want him in my bed.
I think I could pass a breathalyzer. But with like a C.
I got a hennah tattoo of my room number on my arm...I love spring break in Mexico!
knew i was gonna lose at a shoe or be bleeding at some point. and both happened within 20 mins.
I told her we could be friends and she said the last time i told her that we had sex behind a bar at 4am
I'm stuck on the dance floor between two fat people. I don't think they feel my existence. Please help.
Occasionally I curse my inner 15 year old when I'm fulfilling their dreams as a slut, but I roll with it.
I don't know. I was hiding and the bed was banging. I am going to sleep now in someone's car.
It's like everything I need in life within a five block radius: booze, toilets, dogs, dicks.
How did it feel to just observe all the people blacking out usually you're on the other end of things
I felt like I was at the zoo
This is the beginning of the end. Testicle Tuesdays and free ball Friday are going to scar people for life
Dude that picute of your balls will haunt my nightmares
You keep talking about hotdogs and yelling "COME ON DOWN, LET ME SEE WHAT YOU'RE WEARING"
So you just held his hand and he fucking came...?
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