i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
i have i love cock written on my hand and a vagina drawn on my arm and i just finished eating breakfast with the whole fam for mothers day
ahah at least you got away with it
nope...my gran was the one who informed me
Kicked off drink for Jesus month by puking in my mouth while talking to my priest...real cool
i was so high last night that i actually googled "how to get un high"
if you ask that question again our friendship is over
No jewlry, no bra, and no pen. I couldnt be more prepared for a friday morning class.
she went apple picking. why dont we do cute things like that? let's go to a pumpkin patch!
because we're not cute. we're sluts. and sluts don't go apple picking.
Why is the garage door in the middle of the street?
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
Nothing is worse than post drunken playoff baseball loss sex
When you are old and getting humped by saggy balls every other weekend you are gonna wish you had more sex with freshly legal boys. Your vagina will thank you one day. Don't let her down.
I mean I kinda plunged vagina first into my last relationship
I can't decide if I miss drinking or you, they are so closely connected.
And then he tried to convince me that he could wear a condom instead of pants to go out.
But really, what kind of hoe life adventure in Mexico would you do that would top me blowing a trucker?
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