I still have your handprint on my ass. You're not allowed to ignore me yet.
I think I have internal bruising from those poses we were doing last night. My own ribs hurt me. I don't understand.
Security said no more parties of this kind. To me that translates to Theme party this weekend.
You had salsa out and brought a banana on a plate to bed
I still count it as showing your tits. Even though the wall was the only one who saw anything. Your boyfriend was pissed.
I just want to have normal problems like what kind of puppy to get, or should I pay a hooker to fuck Scott, or even a dilemma about fucking Twizzlers. I don't know.
We fucked so hard that when I orgasmed I tore his towel rack off the wall. He was more impressed than mad.
Also, it was so cold in that bathroom that I saw my crap steaming, a first in my life
World Cup Drinking Game: Take a shot every time they call a foul for something we don't understand. Gotta risk it to get the biscuit.
I just look at my butt and see so much potential.
THE STRIPPER HAD A GUN JOHN!
I should probably eat a Plan B. Pill for breakfast. Happy Halloween.
Woke up in the hospital naked with my id's taped to my chest. Also apparently puked on two guys, two girls and an escalade (at the same time). Good night.
but dude how did I get so drunk?
Pretty sure it happened right after you poured a shot of Wild Turkey into your Budweiser, chugged it, and screamed "I. NEVER. BACK. DOWN!"
Just saw you run by my class yelling "fuck you!". Good luck and stay human!
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