Dub. In the bra. Dub in the bra.
Scared. last time someone tried to talk me into they said it tastes like tapioca and i projectiled onto a closed window
i'm at sigma nu and gary is here. what do it do?
Stay away from his face.
so i go for his dick?
mom and dad googled us on the weekend. i love the internet less than i did on friday.
my cup is half full, half full of rum.
He crawled in my bed this morning, ate me out, and even brought me a panera deli sammie for lunch at school. I don't care what he lied about, all is forgiven him.
She threw up in the hot tub how's your night
who paints a picture of their own dick and sends it to people. i dont know if its borderline crazy or just fucking genius...
Depending on hangover severity. The fact that I can spell severity is in your favor.
Take my keys. Load me into the vehicle. Drive. Get food. Come back. These are my demands.
I have got to stop making out with redheads. I need to sign my life over to my dad like Britney Spears.
Welp, I can cross "making out with a guy in a dress" off my bucket list...
I wish I knew the extent of my injuries before I climbed over the fence. Might have avoided the need to purchase a cupholder for my wheelchair.
Dude, naked camping ALWAYS takes precedence. I would skip my own funeral to go naked camping.
Who knew she had talents apart from chugging wine spritzers
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