He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
Please stop sending me picture messages of your shit. Seriously. I don't care if it looks like popcorn chicken.
it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
Just an fyi, teatherball while wasted might be the hardest sport ever.
He was completely serious when he said my boobs were like "majestic white clouds."
Apparently she buried shit in the snow back in January and now that it's melted I found a flip flop, 4 spoons, a bottle of smirnoff, and 14 different candy bars
Our Icelandic basketball player brought cocaine and rachael is screaming that he should do lines off her stomach. It's that kind of party
and by clear my head i mean get drunk and cry myself into oblivion.
You came over, called every girl Comrade Heather, and then declared that you were an Eagle, and we were your young.
So all in all, a good night.
it's ok my mom asked me why i had a guys shirt on and also why there was chocolate all over my bra
I don't know if apple cider everclear was such a good idea
All I remember is while we were making out M.A.A.D City came on so I pushed him off of me so I could rap along.
Oohh. Then yes, he is the Alpha Fuckboy.
She fucked the dishwasher AND the manager.
Well, she isn't a classist. You've got to give her that.
There's a guy in a plaid shirt running around asking everyone if they want to head butt him
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