Just got kicked out of the ocean for being "unsafe".
I'm pretty sure this is how polyamorous relationships begin.
We have a hundred jello shots. Lines will be crossed.
This guy in a neck brace is ordering bottle service at the strip club. Not sure whether to applaud his commitment or scorn his addiction. It's a draw.
I have stripper ass cheeks all over my glasses
I don't know where I am and I feel like a hippo shat in my mouth. This sofa is comfy though.
We got kicked out of Walmart for playing cod with squirt guns of course it was better then prom.
Shouldn't have fucked on the top bunk, I bounced so high my hair got caught in the ceiling fan and almost broke my neck.
I understand that just don't try to seduce me while making frozen pizza again.
I just threw up birthday cake.. who's birthday was it?
You can't just be this socially awkward and sexually frustrated and jealous as a fucking demon and be expected to stay sober.
I don't think I bit anyone but I woke up to scrapes knees, bruises and new friends.
I woke up with a black eye and a buttplug...not sure I really want to know what happened.
He's going to be in the air guitar championships in june. Need I say more.
I was writing 'DISTRACTION' across my chest in Sharpie when my boob fell out. Right on camera.
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