Idk, it's Grover wearing a sombrero. Do I need a reason?
I'm buying eyelash glue, salt, and limes. We know how tonight is ending.
Pillow talk just revealed that he originally thought I was 16.
He's sobering up. It was really bad for like 45 minutes. He cried while telling me how he pictured us eating hotdogs on the beach together.
she told me to hold the wheel while she hung out the sunroof and cursed the old lady behind us out.
My costume is made up of 4 inch heels and a firefighter costume I'm borrowing from the dramatic play area of my Pre-K classroom. I told you I could still be slutty on a teacher's salary.
Did you really end last night's sexting with "Stay thirsty my friend"?
On that note; HAPPY 21: THE SEQUEL from the back of an ambulance!!
There is a different car in my driveway. Have no clue how I got home.