i'm in the sorta mood where i wanna be that crying, drunk girl who will hook up with anyone that tells her she's pretty
TAKE DOWN THAT PHOTO OF ME IN THE NURSES COSTUME NOW.
I just did my online traffic school at the bar. No biggie.
Some random slut told me I was a good dancer then gave me a handjob. I felt like fucking John Travolta.
Dude, somewhere around here makes 4loko slushies. I just decided coming home isn't so bad.
I've slowly been stuffing french fries down his pants. I'm at 31 and he hasn't even noticed.
you're expensive. Idk about all this. What happened to free make outs?
Sobriety and mild self-respect
In that state of mind I managed to bounce back from getting hit by a golf cart and convince an investigations officer that I was okay to go into the game.
Then we woke up and they shouted "Emergency Vodka!!" and that's how we got redrunk.
If the sex wasn't incredible why would I compare it to cheesy tots
I mean if you can't appreciate a good looking dick then just get out.
Some days you ride the struggle bus. Other days, it gets a flat, the AC breaks, and you run over a bunny.
After last night I never want to be in the back of a cop car again. No leg room.
It's almost like sex was the ice breaker and now we're sociable at the gym
I think my fortune cookie is telling me I give good blowjobs.
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