Totally using formspring as an incognito way of making sure that girl from last night wasn't jailbait.
like stop trying to get a relationship out of this when i'm clearly in the drunken mistakes part of my life.
I traded my shirt for vodka. I wonder if my parents can pinpoint where they went wrong raising me.
I think I should advise against you hooking up with a guy that throws "the shocker" up in all of his pictures on facebook. Just sayin.
Let me be the 15% helpful, 85% useless as shit angel on your shoulder.
I feel that it is my duty to the human race to invent a colon squeegy
I just encountered the same creepy guy I showed you, he jumped inside the dumpster screaming.
Btw. Being a stripper for a week without anyone knowing to pay off my school loan is no longer in my agenda.
Not too bad but came home early cuz business was shut down due to an employee sexually harrassing the inspector
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
we're spending all day in bed drinking spiked eggnog and fucking
You texted me the words "butt stuff" 53 times in a four hour period last night.
This wouldn't be the first time my boss has seen me topless
Thirty seconds is a long time in jizz time...
we were clicking our heels together saying theres no place like home, while the cops were tellin us to call our parents and tell them what happened.
Randomize
