morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
you asked a group of latinas stood by the bar to hold a minutes silence for ugly betty getting cancelled. that drunk.
She was that classic mixture between "Hell no" and "Why the fuck not."
nothing says "we're all in this together" like the herpes she passed around to our entire group of friends
its coolsest when we hear the beat in our water bottles. and the likghts are in his eyes now. oh holland
I loved your drunken rendition of "I wanna dance with somebody" that you left on my voicemail last night.
Passive mediator is your role in this relationship. My role is dick punching arsonist
Tell me right now I did the right thing by not fucking my sick gf at 3 am with her family home... Tell me my balls hurt for noble reasons.
I think not having bongs in close range is good for my academia
My puffy vagina and I are on the way to the doctor to see what your mutant penis did to us THANKS A LOT
She just spat tequila at me... Like a fountain... A broken fountain
A prostitute stole us beer at 3 am
I just want to be like i dont know you but ive seen your penis & i like it
Did I try to sell your body for chicken tenders last night?
Unless it involves a lot of whiskey, an ACDC concert, and a guy named Juan from the Philippines, then I'm not interested.
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