That's your vagina. No one goes out and burns it
and honestly a story about how you met your future husband that DOESN'T include the words "creeped him on facebook" is really not a story worth sharing
"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
We've been here 3 hours and the only 1 word answer she didn't give was the drink order. Don't think I'm getting laid tonight
ride him like a prized pony all the way to orgasm town.
Don't worry. This time I'll get black out drunk so they'll just think it's an American thing.
He was the one that got away. From my vagina.
i woke up this morning and saw her in my bed and i said to myself, I think I might have a drinking problem.
These welts and bruises from letting gay boys whip my thighs last night are a clear indication i should lay off the tequila.
THE HALLOWEEN QUEST WILL BE PICS OF US IN OUR COSTUMES IN EXCHANGE FOR DICK PICS. IT HAS BEEN DECIDED.
the best part of christmas was when my mom opened the handcuffs that were supposed to be for jen. Surprisingly, not the most awkward situation of the day.
We got a noise complaint for vacuuming too much but not for getting really high and yelling about peanut butter
ALSO I MAYBE ACCIDENTALLY HAND CUFFED MYSELF TO A CHAIR
I yelled at him as he left "you broke up with me. You lost your blow job privileges"
he said he couldn't believe he just lost his virginity and passed out. what have i done
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