we're blogging at a bar
I have tardy slips. and absent slips if you don't show up to the bar. and trust me, if you are absent there will be a saturday school. I'm teaching you how to drink tonight.
i can't sleep with him. he has a scrapbook from the girl he lost his virginity to.
I found out what happened to that girls weave last night. It was draped over a bush in my backyard.
Secondly, that waffle is lost for good. I have no fucking idea where that bitch is
Well when you get back to your computer, there's a nice explanation of pansexuality on your Skype.
I just don't know the best way to tell him I think I saw him in a porn. I mean I got off to it, isn't there some level of awkwardness there?
Dude if you're not gonna answer them I'm gonna stop snapchatting you my hook ups
I've justified worse with less. I had sex with your brother because he was wearing a nice sweater
Not even official and he's cleaned my puke twice. His hotdog skills are an added bonus. I've got a keeper
He told me that he'd ride his snowmobile from Cincinnati to Toledo in this blizzard just so I could give him head.
He was pretty bad, I wanted pizza the whole time.
fucked him on the porch to avoid the chanting that always happens when we leave the bedroom. backfired when a group of freshman walked by and started screaming like fucking babies.
dude, shes trippin so bad. idk what shes on, she just told me she doesnt remember her name then proceeded to get in the shower clothed to try to "rinse off the high"
You will be reminded everyday when you witness my majestic mustache.
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