i'm not the one sitting naked in my room playing with my boobs and a cat.
To say the least, now you know you're a proper lady, passing a field sobriety test in heels...
I told her she can't come to our bonfire because she throws up on herself & she has a mustache. And now apparently I'm a bitch or something.
just letting you know that jen either: wasn't feeling well and ate grass to make herself throw up or threw up because she's stupid and ate grass
Keep your head up. His game is good, and you should be honoured to be a notch on his wall. If it makes you feel better, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
I'm in the room..It's full of lost souls and sadness. I can taste the salt of their tears. This final might take a few freshman today..
My garbage can has nothing in it besides condoms and candy wrappers. That's good garbage.
There is no sno cone on earth better than alone naked time. Side note: text when you all are headed home.
He's hot and has an accent therefore you don't ask questions when he tells you to take your pants off.
I'm saying "I told you so" now so that I don't slow down to say it on the way to grab the fire extinguisher
So the door man at the local dispensary started giving me motivational talks about my beard...
If that guy asks u bout me, I said my name is Jenelle, from CT, I'm a cat behiavor consultant and I'm 29. Back my story up
on a scale of one to ten where does vomming from being hungover during a professionalism lecture fit
We’ve discussed sex and dinner. Like chicken nuggets while doing it doggie and watching tv.
All I want right now is a waffle and some fried chicken and a penis.
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