They keep asking what you are doing. I told them to quit calling her "what."
I think I saw a glimmer of recognition, but she must not have been able to make me out through all of her whorishness.
theyre selling pepper spray in the courtyard. hellooo atl
Come downstairs. Moms serving wine for breakfast again.
my way of studying for our final tomorrow: registering online to retake the class in the fall
There are walks of shame and then there are walks of what the hell is wrong with you.
in light of our recent drunken behavior, i think it's time we seriously consider hiring ourselves a babysitter.
One reason I feel like garbage: Kraft single wine shots
he made me feel like a shish kabob. his dick was the skewer.
and you said he wasn't worth calling.
I knew it was time to stop when you guys were playing a drinking game called "every three steps take a drink"
Mitt romney looks like a fantastic lover (full disclorsure: im 76% vodka right now)
You just kept screaming "PLEASE YELL CORNDOG AT HIM. PLEASE. CORNDOG."
I think he's like 40 and maybe a little sociopathetic and i have never been so turned on
Another text to add to the intervention pile, i see
Oooo yea. You face planted on my bed but only half your body made it so you noodled onto the floor but kept saying prepare to be murdered which is when you started taking your pants off but stopped at your ankles cause it was too hard
we went to go have morning sex and I said “I was gonna put my mouth on it but you need to shower”#ruinedthemoment
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