do all gilrs hav hair on thier vagaina ?
Don't drive home.
and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
There's something fitting about a hot in-car interracial makeout to the tune of 'healing the world.' RIP Mike.
Just took a closer look at the paper that kid wrote me his number on. It was an ATM receipt. His balance is $17.89. i made the right choice.
He just helps fat girls get exercise. One walk of shame at a time.
Let me put it this way - if I had a list of things I would like between my legs, she would rank below the cello I turned into firewood sophomore year.
We kept trying to bring you to the hospital but you had a tantrum and kept saying you would never be Miss America
Don't feel bad sweetie, you're not the only classy one in town. I'm still driving around with that tupperware of tequila in my cup holder from last week's Margarita Monday.
You should have heard my farts after he left. I swear one of them was a demonic voice saying, "It's coming for you, Nicole. It's coming,".
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?
I'm running on two hours of sleep, a shot of vodka, and half of a granola bar. I can't be held responsible for what I do.
I would have publicly shamed him but I'm pretty sure his tramp stamp did that on its own...
We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead. I just rolled off and tapped out. Done-zo
Bouncer came into the bathrooms to tell us the old one-person-per-stall rule, realised it was two girls banging, and left us to it. Lesbiperks.
Dont care about too tired for sex, thank you for leaving your laser pointer. I have now determined both my cats are stupid.
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