I just ate 3 burrito supremes and a crunchwrap...can't feel feet...I think I have diabetes
doing washington apple shots with my mom. sunday afternoons suddenly got so much better.
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
The vodka told me to go iceskating on my frozen pool. I may have attempted.
I expect to be treated like a lady. Even If your sticking it in my ass.
Had to awkwardly dig through all my fake ID's to get my real one so I could vote.......Model citizen over here.
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
I could only remember yelling "rip it down" as he ninja jumped off the bed, kicked the wall, and superman punched the fire alarm off the ceiling.
I've always wondered why you never put the hotel room in your name...
Currently getting "blaow" buzzed into my pubes. How's your thursday?
I will now send you explicit pics of mine and her genetalia bound together forever in the devils dance that is sexting.
His mom walking in on us having sex was probably the highlight of the night
she's the poster child for how alcoholism can be fun.
I've never had sex that lasts this long though. It's ridiculous. I feel like I need a Gatorade and a sweatband and a sub.
Your friend was nice but you didn't have to bang her in my kitchen...just sayin.
Just boned her on my desk. on top of my term paper. take that professor dipshit
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