this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
No I remember falling down the stairs I just don't remember it hurting.
so i hit rock bottom, god threw me a shovel. i continued to dig.
Just walked past a girl wearing nothing but flip flops and an oversized sweatshirt crying by the front gates eating pizza. i just found your soulmate.
I'm sorry. Both for you two breaking up and because I just ate some of your cheez it's.
Birthday Coupon: This text is good for alteast 3 hours of Birthday Sex. Redeamable any time, anywhere, and any style.
Do you know how hard it is to write about pediatric crohn's when we're trying to figure out the keg situation for graduation?
I met her tumbling down the stairs chugging Captain Morgan. I'm not sure why she has the better reputation either.
Wait, whatever happened to locking our vaginas in closets?
She failed the Charleston discretion test, although puking in her armpit was very innovative.
Starting the day with sex, coffee and productivity are what the founding fathers intended
If tits could talk, mine would be bragging
I love standing in line at rite aid for 10 minutes being forced to talk to my ex's mom about life while I'm holding nothing but yeast infection cream
So much for no-infidelity-fridays....
If I die bedazzle my coffin please.
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