Tell me why I go to the dollar store for nail polish remover and a ghetto black dude trys to hit on me in the parking lot, then he gets in line behind me with a dousche bag literally and that is his only purchase.
I'm proud of our boobs and what they could potentially achieve in life.
He dumped me and I don't wanna fuck his best friend for revenge. Is this what maturity feels like?
this is you don't wonder off at 3 am with no pants on. Just stay there and pray to god you don't get arrested for being on school property.
I found him in bed on a pullout couch with another dude. He had two empty puke buckets and his empty bottle of jagermeister right by his head.
Someone at all my grapes... if it was you or one of your hoodrat friends I swear to god I'll shit in your shampoo
Yes but that point is quickly negated bc u should never have to search more than one room to find your underwear.
Wtf just happened. Thought you were in my bed since 3am, turned out I was sharing it w/a drunk girl from the 6th floor lounge...
I just used FaceTime as a look out while I got a blowjob in the library
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
That Kevin guy is something else...His penis is fucking glorious. And he has a way with words. If he lived here I'd be the conductor of the fuck caboose. I mean literally I would never want to get off that thing.
I think I just did my first walk of shame. He sent me home with a watermelon from his farm. Southern one night stands.
Life without a bra equals bliss.
I don't know if the puke on my pants is mine or not
I'm owning this being a social human being thing tonight!
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