all the sharp corners in my house are covered with litter foam blocks. al set for partying
the vast amounts of cleavage i'm sporting to my final says "no, I didn't study but don't worry I've got something lined up for when I don't graduate".
So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
Birthday Coupon: This text is good for alteast 3 hours of Birthday Sex. Redeamable any time, anywhere, and any style.
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
Bring it all. We will have a potluck of drugs. It will be magical.
Unless your apartment has 3 am pancakes Im not coming over.
Maybe is for pussies. We only say yes in this household
I really couldn't care less what she looks like. That's why The Lord Our God gave us doggy-style.
What i love about my dog is i can lay in bed and masturbate with him at the foot, and he just leaves me alone.
I left my panties in the microwave for too long and they caught on fire
In other news my pubic hair is covered in glitter.
I wish i didn't black out tuesday so i could have cherished our moment together
Throwing up together is NOT a cherishable moment...
I love you too, but sadly you're not as good at getting me out of bed as cocaine.
Bahahaha I just turned on the fan in front of the elliptical to avoid puking//try to get some baywatch hair going and the guy next to me thanked me because he was "getting nauseas from the smell of stale sweat and tequila"
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