problem. drunk. stepbrother hitting on me again. help.
Dude, she had a vegina. I felt like Indiana Jones cutting a path through the jungle.
I hate fucking guys that don't drink coffee. My morning hangover and shame will not be cured by your stupid tea.
Do you remember peeing on the wall and then yelling at us to stop looking at your dick?
dude, boobs are like the porridge in goldylocks
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
I'm like 87% sure some random guy starting biting my ear after grinding me for like 30 seconds... I feel suprisingly unconcerned
I want him for more than banging and buying me potato salad. Is this what love feels like?
They're fighting and it sounds intense. Cross your fingers for their demise
Toss in some raw meat and play heavy metal music. It will insight violence.
The last thing I remember is singing hotel California with a hobo and asking every bald man I saw if I could touch his head.
I based a lot of our friendship on the fact that I thought you were crying from feeling so sad for me when I got crabs. I'm not sure if we can ever be as close now.
Dude fuck drugs. It's 4am and I'm eating mushroom ravioli fantasizing about jumping on a trampoline
I'm going to get high and eat ice cream until the pain goes away. You're welcome to join.
Jungle juice breakfast? No? Ok.
You did what with his pubic hair?
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