we're blogging at a bar
you wouldnt answer to anything but devil's advocate all night.
I feel like I spend my weeks apologizing for my weekends.
just heard a tri-delta girl talking about her drunken escapades last weekend...it's like the exact plotline to a hardcore porno.
There's an australian, my relationship has no hope.
He googled the address of the bar, then sent me a text saying "6.3 miles. Too far. :( Apparently I am only worth a 5 mile radius.
I got rejected. By another girl. At a red light. In front of seven shirtless cyclists in the middle of the night. How is that normal?!?
The next time you try to involve a tickle me Elmo in my orgasm, I'm leaving you
ever had one of those days where you say fuck it and lick the inside of a bag of chips
Would you still love me and fuck me doggie style if I had a dinosaur tramp stamp?
YOU CAN'T JUST ADD EVERYONE WHO ENTERS MY VAGINA ON FACEBOOK WTF
I think you are severely overestimating being able to get your lingerie back by posting the lyrics of Irreplaceable
Naked and Afraid: Hangover edition
The difference between 22 and 28 is bigger than I realised. I had the urge to put on Spongebob and give him a cookie.
Thanks for going with me today. It’s been a long time since I bought bra and panties because of a guy
It’s called “shopping for lingerie” and it’s one of the many exciting and sexy things that follow a divorce, along with sexting, sleepovers, and orgasms
But, our next lesson is picking up a younger guys at the bar!
Randomize
