we are cooking lunchables pizzas on a fire pit.
Dude, she uses Old Spice. It smelled like I was eating out my grandfather.
She was so loose she sounded like a jar of salsa. I didn't know that was even possible.
I've decided, even as much fun as it sounds, I don't care for his sodomy box.
its coolsest when we hear the beat in our water bottles. and the likghts are in his eyes now. oh holland
I'm babysitting my fucking roommate he took out the screen and is trying to throw dishware in our fucking pool after he repelled off our balcony
I was so intoxicated last night I was giving out my real name and number ugh.
were you high?
When?
Actually just blanket yes to that question
This weekend has taught me that sometimes, being buried under a mattress is the safest place in the room.
Just got flashed by an entire bus of girls in school uniforms. We then had to wait beside each other at a light. It was awkward.
Showing up to Easter hungover, late, and covered in black an blues from pole dancing. Daughter of the year.
It could be worse. I was dumped by a guy in a kilt after he gave my shoes away on St. Patrick's Day.
I've never said "lesbians" so many times in a short response answer
I would climb him like a jungle gym. Enthusiastically and creatively.
I once went to target high on hydrocodone. I assure you, they can handle unrespectable.
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