508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
Her life has all the ingredients for a how to book: Making Your Life an Epic Fail
i'm home, then i'll come over
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nvm.
he just texted me two pictures of his dick. i feel i should rethink whatever vibe im obviously giving out
so is it as big as he says?
he put a tube of toothpaste next to it as a reference. it looks legit
i'm wearing my white shorts to coax my period out of hiding.
after you threw up, you tried to prove you were sober by reading the ingredients off the shampoo bottles
He saw my tits then looked up and yelled thank you jesus as loud as he could
I don't think I have ever been told that I am "probably too drunk to pet the stingrays" by a cop before.
I just remember thinking that if i ran really fast through the house, no one would notice i was naked.
I want her autograph on my taint
I hope my shame shaped pee stain outside your door goes away soon.
I can't decide if the sex was so good I couldn't move, or if it was me being loaded on all the morphine that they shot me up with at the ER.
my roommate just showed me the scar on her forehead... that she got from a shake weight... That. just. happened.
Ummm, my mojito just spilled on 2 essays as I'm grading. Who says high schoolers have all the fun?
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