Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
@ a funeral. fucking miss uuuu
my shit smells like andre
heading to class now, facing the weekend consquences
One person in the car. Three blizzards. Alot of judging.
Is it bad when your hot neighbor is crying on her porch, and your 2nd thought is "maybe her boyfriend cheated on her and she'll want to fuck me for revenge sex?"
Perfectly normal.
I don't have enough holes for all these australians
He came out in cowboy boots and underpants holding a beer while he hugged my mom. I love Montana.
we were playing waterfall, then strip waterfall, then we were just listening to music, drinking, and slowly becoming more naked
how many ponies have to be on my pajama pants to convince him im gay?
i think we need a new approach.
Give me a second. I'm doing my best but I'm drunk so for some reason fitting both my boobs in the pic is just incredibly difficult. They aren't THAT big. I'm just being retarded.
I just told my mother my "if there are drugs I'm only taking them if I don't have to pay" rule and witnessed her perception of my shatter and crumble behind her eyes.
Beat the bartender in a shot challenge for a free tab. I won that, and him. I never get tired of the "this is my first time with a guy.." bullshit.
How do you even...
The magic of Christmas. And whiskey, of course.
The man was doing everything in his power to get away from his wife, including go into the gay club.
After this weekend my vagina will follow his penis anywhere. It’s like the pied piper, but with penis
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