last time I sleep in the lobby. woke up to some girl asking me what floor I lived on. somebody put me, couch included, on the elevator.
just got dressed up for chatroulette- THAT desperate.
Fuck him tonight for the both of us. We're still tag-teaming in spirit.
Their wedding is on my 21st birthday. I fail to see a way that this could end poorly.
I have beard burns on my inner thighs. I'd say last night went pretty well.
Its like I instantly had a mental image of me in my mugshot.
It hits you later. Like when you wake up on the floor under a puzzle later.
Nothing screams fatass like a pizza that doesn't fit in your car
I can't help that I bring out the sex in people
10/10 dentists agree that he is one bangable mother fucker. hint: i am all of these dentists.
Yeah I mean subtle isn't how I'd describe your flirtation strategy last night
One more sleep until playoffs, Canucks are back this year, you bet your ass I'm going to uphold the tradition of being the 90 lb girl that fights every hairy ass Bruins fan at BWW.
So red wine goes with eggs, right? Because that's all I have in the house to cook and the drinking options are either wine or scotch
its like my accent is a device for a 100% chance of sex every time i leave the apartment. i love being english in this country.
I wish I was there so i could bitch slap his incredibly sexy face
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