it was beautiful and magic like when a hot girl grabs her own tits and smiles at you
he puts the penis in happiness.
She forced me to throw up so it would "rejuvenate" me. It worked and then we took six more shots and did a keg stand. You know what I call that? Friendship.
She had her laptop open and there was microsoft word opend and all was written was "no italianoo"
i can't sleep with him. he has a scrapbook from the girl he lost his virginity to.
Haha, you kept saying the cop was going to give you a ride home b/c "that's his job, it's summer."
Well, love is in the air. And by that I mean: it seriously smells like sex in here.
I just bought $54 in Easter crap to try and blend in the pregnancy test... And FYI, it totally worked.
The perfect world is just rainbows and rocknroll and good sex. With the occasional stripper ridIng a horse. I spelled occasionally right?
How big of a disservice to the economy would we be doing if we didn't drink every day holiday break?
Nothing like being buzzed at 10:20am off wine shots in Amish country
It was only funny because some guy across the street was getting his mail and he just stopped and watched me throw up everywhere
Ice cream and condoms, solid grocery store trip
The thing about being single is like Sunday morning sex is nice but so is Sunday morning eating Nutella from the jar in your underwear
I'm really interested in the size of his penis so report back on that one
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