I had so many friends before that round of Never Have I Ever.
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
we were in your room and your mom was singing twinkle twinkle little star in the hallway. so you decided to scream "twinkle? TWINKLE! What Fucking little star?!"
Sam from lord of the rings is 10 yards away from me, i am creaming myself.
Having him eat chocolate out of you is not as romantic as it sounds. I'm still finding pieces.
Her vagina is like Vegas. high traffic and full of glitter.
I think we need to stop being best friends, its not good for our vaginas.
Cause i'm hanging over the toilet bowl and thinking about your ball in my mouth is not helping
My tits are coming out a minimum of ten times
If she doesn't judge me for bringing my vibrator in the tanning bed, I know she is a true friend.
She bit a glowstick open. Apparently they burn. We bonded while she washed the chemicals out of her mouth as I did double shots of Jager.
I'm not so good at organized events that don't revolve around whiskey or playgrounds.
All I know is that I woke up with glitter all over me and blood on my shoes. It wasn't my blood.
I have rug burns on my nipples. Thanks for being an awesome wing girl.
I can see. My condolences to your vagina.
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