My brain says no but my pants say off.
i am not allowed to pick the men i sleep with anymore
gave myself the "you're a really good girlfriend" talk on the way to where i intentionally cheated on him. i am my own drunken therapist.
about 90% sure I fell off a roof. It hurts BAD. Don't suppose you're still in town?
yup haha I infact DID fall off a roof. Want some bomb ass omlettes?
No. My vagina is not the scapegoat for your poor decisions.
No. I want to vom filet mignon and ziti bits everywhere and my body feels like I ran a cock triathalon. I feel less triumphant and more like death.
I was gonna tell her, but there were too many tongues in my mouth
I totally just stopped for a booty call on the way to my parents for easter....good friday is an understatement
I swear to God, if you drunkenly correct my grammar one more time, I'm cutting you off.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
Love these next 4 months. Wake up from a college football hangover and get to put your hand down your pants and watch NFL football all day.
going on a mission to find my pants and the guy who stole my beer don't wait up
If I win the lottery I'm going to hire someone to skywrite "FUCKTARD" over his house. That much anger.
The house hit rave levels when La Bamba came on which confuses me because I live in white suburban Canada
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA ASSHOLES
I told him he had to put his dick inside of me at approx 1159 to ensure it was birthday sex. i was 19 when he entered me.. came out 20. winning.
Randomize
