Every time you buy a sobe you buy a bong.
It's like alcoholism for beginners at my kitchen table.
I think she must be bulimic. I mean, every time I see her I know i want to throw up.
I just realized. my grades aren't ready for st patties day...
please come over and have sex with me so we can talk about prom and kill 2 birds with one condom
he needs to hurry and make his mind up... i mean i can't keep getting peed on by a guy who isn't even my boyfriend
Ya, because touching his brother's face for 20 minutes in front of him wasn't bad enough, I also threw up in his garden and stole like 10 of his shirts before I left. But I fed his dog, so it's okay.
Everything's a blur with pockets full of jello
I wish I could but I can't. No beer pong or sex on a hammock...such an unproductive weekend
Just woke up from a dream where I had lesbian sex with myself (a clone of me)... Take that, Freud!
right now I need to figure out a smart way to get an accurate picture of his dick so I know what in dealing with, right now in flying blind.
Our sibling relationship has really blossomed into a wonderful mutual acceptance of sluttyness
My ultimate hope is that people will hug me, smell me, and therefore think I'm classy.
Remember that one time you told the bartender he was fuckable? Well, he's here.
It went from a "chill game of beer pong" to "absinthe body shots and a tits parade" in literally two minutes.
Told you inviting her was a good idea.
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