It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
we put on a show in the hot tub for our boyfriends, then climbed out and both got down on our hands and knees and puked at the same time--still naked.
I wish they made portable blow up dolls for girls.
It's called a dildo, genius. Go to sleep.
just found my diary from when i was 14. i demand a drinking game of this.
That's the last time you call me to prove to some girl at a bar that you're English. It's bad enough that you actually get to fuck them because of it without having to wake me up to seal the deal.
Also, I don't remember opening my gifts from my family. It was cool when I woke up with a new ihome.
Something's wrong. My throat is definitely not in it's normal spot. Way too low.
You handed J your Mayan-pocalypse shopping list and told him he wasn't getting laid unless he brought everything on it. Where is he supposed to get a live goat?!
You're the only person I know that could get laid while visiting their grandpa in florida
it'll be okay! And just think of this ultrasound as the most action you've had in a month...
Guess who isn't pregnant with a random sex ocean baby?!?!
You just managed to turn Doctor Seuss into a sext. I really like you now.
And he's in a frat. Everyone in a frat is gay. It's science.
How much of a thot would I be if I put this pic up? On a scale of thot-ish to Queen of Thotlandia
You know it was a good dinner party when one of the guests broke their finger and no one can remember how it happened.
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