East Village: Only place you can play pac man while eating a pineapple hotdog, go to the bar next door and see a graphic blowjob on every tv
you're kinda like the weird girl from The Breakfast Club after the makeover. i mean you're pretty, but you're still weird as fuck
well the first picture of me in 2011 involves a viking helmet and chugging champagne. i like this year already.
i know this sounds kinda weird but his cock smelled like fabric softener. it was so refreshing.
I think that the jello shots in bowls is where it all went wrong.
I feel like I got hit by a bus. A head on collision with my vag.
So, this year for my birthday, want to get rip-roaring schmammered and watch my episode of my super sweet 16? We can do lines off my tiara.
It felt like a sumo wrestler slapped me. With a wet hand. 8 times in a row.
WHAT GOOD IS APPRECIATING IF NOBODY'S NAKED
We're like a dynamic duo.
Bisexual and Proud, Lesbian and Loud.
He's so twisted that he's acting out Dragon Ball-Z by himself. The Tanquray and THC combo doesn't play around.
If I had 3 wishes one would for sure be a designated driver for life that gives hand jobs.
I'm slacking. We've been hooking up for months and I have yet to bang him while he's wearing the clown mask.
just got back. in my inebriated state i broke an ugly lamp and was sent to the store (still drunk) to get a new one. just spent last half hour in isle 3 of dollar general surounded by more ugly lamps and trying not to throw up on each and every single one.
The progression was banging a stripper banging an unemployed stripper banging a sexual entrepreneur quarantining with benefits totally fucking whipped. Get it right dude
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