We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
i lost my life and panties somewhere between the 15th and 16th round of slap the bag.
"auto-tuned camel" is how i'd describe the noises she made
you were so high that you made a 14 page PowerPoint on why Santa would beat Peter pan in a fight.
and I must say, you were very persuasive
Dude... Hand job in the lake... It was as weird as it sounds.
Damn it if I pass out in the bathroom one more time this month im going to rehab...
I'm eating crumbled blue cheese out of Tubbaware. My life is nothing.
dude he passed out in the strip club on his birthday, WHILE he was getting a lap dance. That drunk.
drinking vodka, listening 2 smh at 530am slow cooking beef stew. you'll enjoy the stew and worry abt me in the morning. bon apatite
I'm still high with raccoon eyeliner eyes and chocolate all over my face and chest, clutching a mug of wine. Happy graduation.
Yeah I ended up covered in the mud by the end, in a lady bug golf cart that was blasting jazz music with a dead phone
I just had to explain to a 5 year old why I had fuzzy handcuffs hidden in a macaroni box under my bed.
Your vagina needs to teach my vagina its ways.
So is he the one who got away?
They all got away. I’m a catch and release kind of girl.
There's so many drinking games in the Olympics.
you missed out this chick was licking her paddle
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