He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
the lady in the checkout infront of me had a case of beer, two 40 oz, and activia...really??i dont' think irregularity is her problem
you busted in the room, ripped the covers off of us, ... and fist pumped
She woke up laying on my kitchen floor, ketchup bottle as her pillow, in front of my fridge.
we bought a duck. we're keeping him in our dorm room. don't ever try to tell me you've had a better freshman year than me.
I'm laying here in fetal position. I feel like a traffic cone
I fell off my bed and busted open my chin on the prisoner of azkaban. Somehow missed the almost empty Jose handle next to it. So guess what I was doing last night?
He showed me his night stand drawer...it has one too many sex things in it.
Exactly how many...is TOO many?
Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
I don't need to know how horny your mother is, hun.
Got 2 free lines of blow from some random guys on the side of 13th street.....how's your Sunday going?
Like if Ohio doesn't think I can get smashed on wine I will gladly prove them wrong
It's three am. I'm drunk in a stairwell in Vegas. My flight leaves at six. Help.
I've never had to say don't judge me for chip clips in the shower before
You woke up at like 4 in the morning fell off your bunk bead, yelled at Nic for asking if you were ok, walked to the kitchen, pissed on the keg, and then looked at me and said "Still not worth it" then went back to bed.
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