Boobs. All I remember is boobs.
On my way, I hope you have alcohol for me to blame stuff on...
i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
After skinny dipping in your pond, I think me and tequila have added a whole new dynamic to our relationship.
Hands down, the girl passed out in the bathroom was the best looking. Concious or not.
Some great men died of syphilis. I accept your compliment.
On my way back to his place to see his "art". Why am I sure this is going to be nothing more than his dick in a box?
Did you leave a blizzard on my porch last night? Or was that someone else giving out a metaphorical threat to me?
It is too early in this hangover to be seeing some guys ass crack.
I'm going to practice throwing things up the the air and catching them between my boobs, because that seems like a cool party trick.
I would seriously fuck her so hard, her contacts would pop out of her eyes.
I screamed "I want dick!" in the middle of the intersection. So many hot guys. I wish you were here.
I creeped him on fb. I'm about 90% sure I just blew him in the same tux he wore for his wedding..
all I remember is grinding on everyone in the room regardless of gender and quoting the lion king non-stop. We need to stop buying Jameson.
Most people that see those numbers aren't going to realize what they mean and those that do will think 'oh those must be her favorite hockey players' and not 'oh she wants to see those hockey players fuck each other'.
Randomize
