please tell me I'm in your upstairs bedroom. Just google mapped myself and I have no idea where I am.
shes trying to light up her bowl in front of the fan. everytime it blows it out she just gives it a dirty look.
well,he told me "i bet you five bucks that i can right cum on the mirror with my cum" i said alright do it, lets just say he's five bucks richer...
i thought i was the drunkest one there til some girl puked in the tip jar.
They're calling for 20 inches of snow but I'll have a dirtbike for emergency trips to the liquor store. Even if I crash it won't hurt.
we went to get a refill in his room and ended up having sex and passing out. then he woke me up with sex and gave me a beer for breakfast. i never want this to end
passed a homeless guy with a sign that read "420 vetran" we gave him a bowl of bud
its not a party unless mikie exposes himself
Either I'm deep cleaning my apartment out of severe academic procrastination or I'm subconsciously nesting and need to take a pregnancy test.
I can motorboat myself in this new push-up bra. I need to go out tonight.
There's always a certain something about a day that begins with your panties in your purse.
It's not above me to sleep with him solely for his authentic budweiser shirt
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
I don't just want drugs. I deserve drugs.
I woke up uncovered, spread eagled to my dad saying "you really need to stop sleeping naked."
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