So, it's like build-a-bear for your vag?
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
She put her phone in her underwear and it somehow managed to work it's way into her vagina. she has a BLACKBERRY.
Dude you can sell sperm for 100 to 250 bucks a time. And the best part is there will be kids all over the world that will have me as a daddy. It's like I'm jerking off my way into ruling the world
you were smoking 3 cigarettes at once saying 'cancer isn't real! Its all in your head!'
I dare you try and top an Eiffel tower full of Margarita
and then he tried plucking my nose hairs. lines were crossed.
Walk of shaming dressed as a zombie hunter. This hangover feels like the actual apocalypse.
I would not be watching the debate if there wasn't drinking involved. Let's be honest.
True friends don't judge, they just try to have more booty calls than you do.
I'm going to stop at grocery on the way home. I'm CRAVING wine from a sippy cup. We have neither wine nor sippy cups.
You opened the door to your apartment and shrieked "THE CHAIR IS GONE!" then punted a bag of votive candles
I'm now at a gay bar with our relatives
For someone who wanted a break I'm getting way to much dick
It's only 9 and these two girls are already walking around Walmart barefoot and holding their heels. WE NEED TO STEP IT UP.
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