I am pretty sure the guy in the stall two dwn from me is jerking it...seriously
she was hot for a redneck and i dont look at teeth
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
It ended with me crying and eating pizza in my closet.
your dad made us margaritas and breakfast on the morning. I think it's safe to say he relives his glory days through us
just when i thought we would make it home without incident he tried to walk a police dog
She's lying on the sidewalk wailing that she is gonna die alone, with hundreds of strangers watching us, and also we lost Kate, . Please help me
I can't be held responsible for my own vagina. Let's just be honest here.
Hypothetical question: how bad would bacardi be as an IV drip?
death...100% death...what r u planning.
I think I'm dead. Why did I think it was a good idea to hang from the banister while someone poured liquor into my mouth?
Running across campus through Hurricane Sandy while hammered and in a slutty cowgirl costume obviously should be top priority tonight
I've literally already typed in by booty call text for friday night. all I have to do now is wait for is drunk me to press send
Well I mean he still had sex with me after I told him that I play fetch with the kids I take care of, so I'm not really looking too far ahead with him...
His Instagram is like a gay porn blog all of the sudden got conquered by the Mormon missionary that he is
I'm at the fucking ritz Carlton and I would leave here to cuddle with her. Not even fuck, just cuddle. What th hell is wrong with me?
I think it's called love, bro
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