So, someone in Olympia stole my credit card # last week and bought a platypus vibrator with it. That’s it.
conclusion of the day: americans need to get on tredmills, people need to learn how to flush toliets and learn how to pee in then instead of on them, and waiters shouldnt tell their life stories to customers.
the best part was when he threw his debit card on the table, looked at everyone and said "turn this into pizza!" It felt like a scene in a 'coming of age' teen comedy.
I should do something nice for her. Like sign her up for "What Not To Wear."
we made malted milkshakes. malt as in malt liqour.
I don't know, But i remember him licking ecstasy off my boobs and my boyfriend cheering him on
level of my singleness - just ate a whole pizza topless in bed.
Depending upon how the Sox game progresses, I'll either cry on the bar or fuck someone tonight...
nothing can ever be as bad as the night i blacked out, updated my fb status to i need a pity fuck and then passed out for 13 hours.
This teachers last name is pfister and she did the fisting motion to help explain how to pronounce her name. This class might be good
The date officially concluded on the phrase "Nosh dat vag".
I need something for rope burns and an inner ear infection. Separate incidents, FYI..
You want to know how I feel? I feel like Cady Heron pushed me in front of a bus last night.
My uncle showed up to pick us up at the bar just as I bought a drink so I put it in my pocket #drunksmart
dude can you explain to me why i woke up on your sisters floor with moutain dew and chips everywhere
i dont know im at your house.
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