You litterally reached into some girls shirt, pulled out her tit and yelled whats up with this guy.
His concept of male bonding is doing lines in adjacent stalls.
lets just say that i have already today: gotten drunk, got in a fight, got stranded an hour away from home, found a ride, sobered up, and slept. woken back up, and here i am. its been a long day. Day drinking is bad for friendships.
Have you ever had one of those moments when you kept whispering to yourself "I'm not a slut, I'm not a slut..."?
Apparently she saw two women get in a slapping match over a comforter at target yesterday. She said it was awesome. Clearly I take after her.
Please do not make a facebook page for my hickeys.
My liver is whispering mean things about me to my kidneys. It's a fucking miracle I'm not hungover. Lol
don't give me stepladders when i'm stoned.. i woke up to a slice of balogna nailed to the ceiling
i'm just really offended he didn't want to have breakup sex. like that was the only thing i was really looking forward to
of all the things that should kill me, scurvy wont be one of them
Let's just say his oral game was lacking. Hell, lacking is too nice of a word to describe it.
You're the only guy I know who could convince a lady at the pharmacy to trade you her pain pills for your antibiotics.
I've got 3 hot dudes surrounding me. It's the Bermudick Triangle.
It wasn't until after we began having sex again the next morning I realized I didn't know his name.
I told him I lived in the apartment beside his brother and he said "oh, you're the girl that watches really loud porn!"
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