So I have $4.22 in my bank account, just wrote a check for a tooth brush from quikmart, and bought a 25 cent condom from the bathroom. i don't know whats more sad, my bank account or the fact that i'm entrusting my entire future to a condom machine that was probably last filled in 1970
stuffed animals make me feel really maternal.
Im so ripped right now that i just filled the almost empty bottle of choc syrup with milk and drank it straight out of the bottle. It was on pointttttt.
I woke up exactly where I passed out... on top of him yet he somehow put his pants back on
just got booed by the entire restaurant.
It feels like I'm breathing out my heart and it spreads through my limbs to my fingertips.
Seriously, come get him. He's not even a person anymore. He's a loud, drunk, cock-blocking wrecking ball.
My garbage can has nothing in it besides condoms and candy wrappers. That's good garbage.
I would not be watching the debate if there wasn't drinking involved. Let's be honest.
This is kind of a weird question but were you the other girl Ben asked to do a group sex thing with?
My boobs are literally freaking out because I've been wearing a bra for more than three hours....I need to go out more...
You dove at him but passed out mid dive. Shame it wasnt a costume party your superman suit wouldve been clutch in the situation
You are ridiculously similar to a unicorn, and I want to fuck that unicorn.
you are the only girl i know that would bring a plate of cookies to a hook up. but they were awesome. thanks. next time cupcakes?
Oh, do you remember telling everyone you were with that your vagina was angry last night?
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