He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
he was so hot that i framed the used condom. it's not trash, it's art.
well seeing as i got a call at 5 am from the hotel manager telling me my cousin was passed out on the lobby floor...not good
So many bounce houses so little time
No. My vagina is not the scapegoat for your poor decisions.
you shall refer to me as my indian name from now on...running with dumb cunts
Between my vag yelling at me for having bad sex and my legs yelling at me for going to the gym I cant hear myself think.
I am pretty sure they consider me one of the "bros". They compliment girl's racks to me and are the human forms of dick-be-gone. They won't sleep with me more than once cause it's "weird", or let any "untrustworthy boys" sleep with me and I still help them get laid. Not...fair...
Congratulations, you've begun to unfuck your life.
After a little too much, I decided public urination was a constitutional right.. Nearly got deported for that one
The guys are trying to figure out my orientation....think theyve settled on "drunksexual"
There is a midget in cheetah face paint on a leash here
My boobs are hoarders, they steal food and hide it. Greedy bitches.
he’s basically the devil with a fuck boy hair cut and chlamydia
Pretty sure my aunt hooked up with one of my brothers frat brothers at his graduation party
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