My relationship with VH1 is so bittersweet
My dora the explorer band aid does not cover up the shame i feel right now
This guy either needs to stop touching me or buy me another drink.
2 more and I will have fucked 75 percent of my acting class. best. elective. ever.
good news: I made it out of bed and into shower. Bad news: I made it back to bed without clothes. Worse news: I don't know this bed.
I feel like someone kicked me repeatedly in the ribs. I don't think sex is supposed to do that.
Like there's an 87% chance I'll end up on the bedroom floor demanding sex while freestyling in your face. I'm going to buy rum.
I remember nothing except the fact it happened and I ate doritos and we highfived a lot
Like, what's the customary waiting period to hookup with your newly single ex that you never stopped hooking up with?
How do I ask where the Jello shot cups are at Walmart without sounding like white trash?
WTF moment this morning: we were getting ready to leave and he reaches under his mattress to pull out his gun. All I could do was look at him and go "really?!"
too bad I'd hit a car before I'd hit a bush.
Are we talking about jumping from windows or your willingness to fuck a car instead of a woman?
Where is Holly?
Nevermind. i can hear her having sex two doors down
There's glitter all over his bed from my Pink VS panties... I think I might invest in similar styles as a way of marking my territory just incase.
so let me get this straight you just stared at his boner all night?
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