Hey, go out with us like you promised. You're younger than us and should be able to handle your coke problem with grace.
The guy dancing on me has three visible teeth. WHERE ARE YOU?
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
and all i could think about was how mcdonalds would not be open anymore after we were done having sex
it's pretty bad when you go in bed bath and beyond and recognize 6 different bed spreads you've had sex on
Judging by the fact that he asked me if i wanted to serenade him using cocaine and Taylor Swift I'd say I so have it in the bag.
Another reason why I like dubstep now, it makes me feel even higher than I already am.
Instead of getting a taxi some gay black guy drove us home. He is trying to break into the taxi business
Way to promote small business.
It's not an office Christmas party until your boss confesses his undying love for your boyfriend...
I don't know what to think. Also, I decided to take a bath...sorry in advance if I flood the bathroom.
Our host-mom was rubbing her back sympathetically going "muy bien, chica" while she puked on the beach. So yeah, I think we got the best one.
You blacked out at 9:30 and insisted on sleeping in the hallway after you chugged an entire pitcher of beer. I guess the Jell-O shots were stronger than we thought...
Go forth my friend, but don't do any of that fruitful and multiplying shit.
It's hard picking what to wear when you know the plan is sex. Like can't I just wear my robe let's just simplify this.
Is it bad that I'm not at all bothered by the fact that to some people I'm simply known as the girl that takes her shirt off?
Randomize
