I need like a "Cookong High for Idiots" book. Or a car.
You are not answering and I think it is because you spent 80 dollars worth of drinks on you hot cousin.
I'd give my left nut to see you
don't do that. I like the set
I smell like fire and strippers. Successful sunday funday.
Upon further investigation it turns out it wasn't blood, but chocolate frosting from the cupcake I shoved in my pocket to "save for later"
...if you're living vicariously thought me, that was a great blow job you just gave in the B&N parking lot.
Every girl my sister has brought home from college I've had sex with, check and mate motherfucker
We hooked up in his car and afterwards he cried. I think I need to find a new hookup...
She's the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity.
He was singing R-E-S-P-E-C-T to a stripper between motorboats while our HR manager cheered him on.
Just puked in a cup. Poured it out the window.
HE WILL NEVER BE ONE OF US. HE WILL NEVER BE A DECENT, GOD-FEARING WHORE.
Harry Potter pub crawl tonight. You know you're living your life right when your check list for the evening is wizard robes, wand and acid.
he made me cum so hard i had an asthma attack
I'm smoking and watching the Muppets Treasure Island. Where are you?
Something about that statement reminds me just how much of a role model you are, sis.
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