we're blogging at a bar
Ha. Yes. I'm at a strip club. I'm the barack obama of strip clubs
For some reason fuck navy didn't go over quite as well as say fuck michigan;
i dont think my parents would of encouraged me to save years of birthday money if they knew what i would eventually spend it on
i just did the math...im a product of my mothers birthday sex
I like that we make it a requirement to howl at the moon every time we get drunk together.
Is it wrong that I want to take the baby bump in her facebook pictures as "meal-ticket"?
Almost made out with Amanda but I told her "I'm in a committed fake lesbian relationship with Laura. I can't."
I took in his dog. My exboyfriend still calls me for 2 things, blow jobs and animal rescue. I need to end this cycle
I went in the closet and cried, then the bathroom and cried, and lastly he showed me his penis and I cried. It was a weird night.
Nothing ends a night of heavy drinking better than banging to three six mafia in your own driveway
That's pretty intense. There aren't many people I would pick over a burrito
69'd by candlelight when the power went out.
you walked into the party, and all you had on was your left sock... literally.
The blunt fell in the hottub, i mean i knew she was upset but i didnt expect her to dive for it and come up balling her eyes out...
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