Oh. Im drinking alone in a banana costume. Every time youre feeling down, i want you to think of me right now and know that your life is better than mine.
like why cant he just admit that he still wants to fuck me even though im underage
this mix will be the most desperate cry for affection in the history of itunes.
You insisted we put glow sticks on you so that we didn't lose you if you went pee in the dark.
You were throwing up and said, "Whipe my face, I must look presentable at all times."
I can motorboat myself in this new push-up bra. I need to go out tonight.
I had to run home with my hands covering my tits this morning. How does this keep happening?
Update: I may or may not be in a cult
Update #2: I may or may not be the leader of said cult
I feel like every young boy's first wet dream is too have sex with the Pink Ranger. I am now fulfilling that dream for one man. I am a hero.
I just drove my booty call to his booty call, if that isn't spreading the love, I don't know what is.
come over we're fb stalking guys who were dressed as bananas last night because i can't remember which one i blew
You know you're an upperclassmen when you go to a party with no makeup, wet hair, weed socks, and no shoes, take a shot ski, then leave
She's Jesus crazy. And one if not more other forms of crazy. She's 2.5+ crazy.
All boys are excommunicated from my vagina until further notice.
Just used the word fistfucking in a serious conversation with my professor in front of the class, while making an appropriate and valid point. Win.
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