I think about you every night.
I'm sorry.
Please dont use Danity Kane lyrics to describe your emotions.
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
I was passed out on the couch, she literally cut my boxers off with a 8" chef's knife and had her way with me.
I had a dream that I got a gift certificate to a lavish spa from my father. I think dream dad, along with real dad, think I'm gay.
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
Okay. I really need to get out of this guys bed and get home. It's two in the afternoon. He's not even HERE.
Freshmen girls are like potato chips you can't have just one.
I'm not sure how long my penis is exactly, but I will tell you it resembles a bendy straw
There was nowhere else for me to go. I'm like the island of misfit toys but I'm hot.
He's hot....knda sweaty, drunk smells like feet....but he's hung like a whale....so in other words totally your type
It's gonna be me and some oreos tonight. Basically like sex
sorry i got drunk at sunday brunch and force fed carrot sticks to your cat
So what happened at girls night? My roomate found me passed out locked out on the front steps of the house and it was raining. Yes low moment
You'll probably laugh but I am currently in bed in the fetal position wrapped in only my ninja turtles towel. Save me.
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