So...we accidentally left a bag of puke in your sister's room. Heads up.
windsor, ontario is like a poor man's amsterdam
no, it is just poor
I'm high, and her 2,100 tagged pictures annoy me even MORE. I wish it had a google searchbar so I could type in "cleavage pics" to get to the point.
She gave me a foot massage with her tongue. I think we're both scarred for life.
Sometimes I wonder if my parents know that I mean horny when I say lonely.
That's the only definition of lonely that I know.
By getting lucky do you mean I get one of your incredible BJs or you not killing me by the end of dinner?
I suppose I should wish you a happy one year of bumping uglies
Wait. Wine + Crossbow..?
Celebrating landing my dream job by watching zombie movies and drinking free booze in the bath. I'm like 90% sure I just won life.
I don't know if we can compare high school reunions anymore. The keg stands started before 7.
After tacos, we're chasing women.
His exact words: "I don't have anything you can't treat with antibiotics."
I need an outfit for the bar tmrw that reads I have daddy issues and would like a fancy sugar daddy.
I just want to see you and express my feelings in a drunken manner, but in a sweet way like my english accent.
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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