Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
you were on ground yelling about how close the floor was to your face.
I think I left my camera at your house. It would be in both of our best interests if you don't go through the pics.
According to the stories I've heard I decided I was a stuntman after my 6th shot of Jack
She either was great at sex or I finished the whole bottle of svedka my self
It's a special occasion. Hence the 151.
I HOPE YOURE READY TO KICK SOME SERIOUS ASS AT TRIVIA NIGHT TOMORROW NIGHT. also, i hope the birth of your niece goes well. BUT MOSTLY TRIVIA NIGHT.
From scraping the remnants from a coke bag at a lingerie party to meeting with an 80 year old man to discuss civil rights all in under 12 hours bizarrely feels like the epitome of my life
I can pinpoint my loss of innocence as the moment I started masturbating with my teddy bears
just ran into my drill sergeant from basic 4 years ago. gonna take him home and have him fuck me at the cadence of quick time.
He has no idea he’s my boyfriend.
I cannot believe I accepted his penis into my body.
I'm going to get drunk, come back, call my grandma, and eat all those scrambled eggs.
I’m so poor I’m filling a flask with vodka and bringing it to the bar.
you know you're sexually deprived when you're holding a warm taquito in your hand and your vagina starts to tingle
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