I'm home alone watching The Hills seasons, eating pickles and drinking straight rye. I just googled "how to make friends". Probably not the most pro-active solution. Help.
She literally thanked me for asking before I put in her ass
so would me posting the photos of the cock and coin jar incident be completely out of the question?
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
Oh. And what's the twitter protocol for following the guy you blew behind a shed?
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
my vagina hasn't met your boyfriend yet ... makes me sad
I cnant read. Cheetos goen. Help. Grt Cheetos.
Btw. Being a stripper for a week without anyone knowing to pay off my school loan is no longer in my agenda.
Just got offered bathroom sex. I've never been more flattered.
what do you mean i can't make cookies with a blow dryer? challenge accepted.
look when god gives you a dick that good for his son's birthday you don't question it
I found out he hated a girl that I hate so I fucked him. My reasons for fucking guys are getting bad.
This was the first funeral I've ever attended where I had to pee behind a bush cuz someone was passed-out drunk in the locked bathroom. Steve would have been proud.
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