I'll let you put expensive food in me, but really, not much else.
can we please move this conversation out of my vagina?
I found your twin in sf. His name is ryan. And you are the evil one.
I woke up in my own vomit, a chunk of cactus in my thigh, shirtless, with jons mom poking at me with a glass of dr pepper and a talk about god....damn alcohol
and after you realized your puke was bright blue, you started crying hysterically and screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO BE A SMURF!" no more uv blue for you.
so i walked in, looked up the stairs and all i saw was smashed pumpkin, tube socks, and marinara sauce
just turned my empty handle of passion fruit smirnoff into a fish bowl. I love college.
he likes to slap my ass alot untill he missed and hit his own balls poor bastard kept on going.
Sorry really high. We have no lighter so we're lighting the bowl with rolled up paper towels lit by candle which also lit with a rolled up paper towel that we lit with the stove eye
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
It's been a long time since I got "Talk about Glen's enormous penis" drunk
I like your optimism Chelsea but I'm not about getting my salad tossed
Okay but look at his jawline. I NEED TO RIDE IT.
My favorite bra is missing and I smell like beer and bad decisions. This is definitely a sign that hoe mode is activated.
EMERGENCY SUBJECT CHANGE. SHE DOESN'T KNOW.
Randomize