we're blogging at a bar
yeah, but that could mean anything in Denmark.
i barfeds in our rink
I lost my virginity in that bed. You just layed in history.
he has officially spend more money on me than any other boy. and its all gone to plan b. awesome.
basically theres shrimp everywhere. splattered on the walls, in the carpet, its bad. ohh theyre never gonna get the smell out.
Well he told me I'd never be a wizard, and so I responded with you'll never have a big penis. After that we both just sat there and cried.
He was banging holes in the kitchen wall with pots. They tried to pull him away but only managed to pants him. He kept "drumming".
Please note: when a bouncer tells you to leave, pointing out that their career path makes them a much better judge what to do will not make you friends
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
So good!! I became real good friends with an adorable black lesbian couple from Baltimore and a man in a diaper.
Look, if I'm too lazy to put any effort into sexting, you better believe I'm too lazy to put any effort into dating.
Just for the record, I did not have sex in your bed. Happy 4th of July.
we were running around the halls trying to bloodhound search out the source of the weed smell, but we ran into six other people doing the same thing, and they all said they assumed it was us.
i didnt realize that your first thought would be SEXUALIZING BREAD
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