i'm returning your mother's day gift to finance my alcoholism over the next week.
im surounded by vag. Like smog aound LA, i am suffocating in an atmosphere of pussy
it hasn't hit me that college is over yet. so far at home, i haven't brushed my teeth, taken off my makeup, or changed clothes before bed.
he calls his bong barack obonga, commander in kief. i found where i belong.
So there's 10 guys in this picture..I've made out with 5 of them. does this make me a slut?
eh 50% isn't bad..i'd say 80% is slut material.
he was shitfaced drunk and couldn't walk but could still recite the top 10 in order from the first season of american idol. impressive
My vagina senses are tingling. I know your here.
PS August 29 of last year was when you ran over my foot. Facebook just reminded me.
I found out his name. Apparently we sat in the shower together and flooded the bathroom.
Poking every semi-decent guy on Facebook in the hopes that one of them will want to hook up with me tonight. So far all i've accomplished is 5 new poke wars which i will most certainly continue after this weekend.
That shot was terrible
You were like one of those guys at carnivals that spit out fire..... Except it was throw up
im single, its not even nine am on Valentine's day and I've already gotten laid. suck it relationships
I'm at a loss. By loss I mean singing songs from Wicked and pretending I'm at the Oscars
I would give a kidney to fuck him and he knows it. That bastard.
is caitlin alive?
ya she's alive she's watching a movie
ok remind her she drank toilet water then.
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