Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
I just pynch a tree in the face
I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
He went through and tagged himself on my crotch in all of my facebook pics
beeferoni + vodka = puke stuck in braces.
sometimes i wish i had boobs. not on me. just like in a drawer.
the bride spent most of the night apologizing to people she had punched earlier.
He was completely serious when he said my boobs were like "majestic white clouds."
We didn't need to cut her off. I'm pretty sure the lit candle she almost drank would have done it for us
I found out that my first kiss was an Italian. Even in kindergarden i knew size mattered.
Sorry no. I've already promised my first single hookup to somebody.
Someone is in my phone as "fireball girl" and keeps texting me. How do I go about finding out who it is?
Pounding your chest saying "me Tarzan" is not flirting or even talking
the new numbers in my phone would beg to differ
I'm sitting here drinking whisky and listening to The Wiggles, I don't need a social life
Are we allowed to ho on the roof?
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