I can't remember last night. I must have yelled at your girlfriend til she cried again.
Yup.
marching band practice is quite the interesting soundtrack to sex
I dont think problem is the right word. Problems arent something you enjoy. Life would be too boring without gambling.
I used the word aforementioned in my paper. That's an automatic A in community college.
Last night I went to an anything but cups party. I took a hummingbird feeder. It was a terrible decision.
I mean I found and stalk his moms facebook.. that obsessed.
and apparently i was drunk enough to follow up with "I'd let me touch your boobs" ... not my best line.
I have a question, if it paid really well, like ridiculously well, would you be a restaraunts under the table resident blowjob girl?
he said that weed should be legal but that particular bong shouldn't be. i stared at a clock for an hour and a half after i ripped. so logically, i completely agree.
he's doing fine. just headbutted the wall and threw up
You started a dance party so that you could steal their vodka and shouted "sailors out!"
It's a strange mix of shame and pride every time I pee at the bar and still see my lipstick on the bathroom wall...
It was a great party. People were literally still doing shots and playing drunk Jenga at 6am...
He was a foot taller than me and my hands were bigger than his, it's called Pity head
Don’t get me wrong—I love silver and bracelets—but handcuffs are not a good look on me…
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