I don't think your that much of a whore. your like a whore-let. a mini whore.
you ran into the room and announced "I JUST FUCKED HER IN THE ASS". apparently you forgot she left the bedroom 5 minutes before you and was standing with us all.
vagina is talking i cant
Okay my swimming class is like the fatass/diabetic guide to losing 2 pounds by christmas
Im only slightly posetive that left over guacamole and wine are unacceptable for breakfast at 6.30 am
The guys had to come into the bar bathroom and pep talk us all off the floor
I made this pact with my vagina, though. No more heartless fuckery.
Would I be bad if I bought a pregnancy test at shoppers the same time I hand in a resume? Or do you think it would get me the job?
Welcome to drink and talk like a Russian afternoon.
Pirate drinking day will be planned for shortly
I approve this so hard.
You wanted to go find him and we told you to sit down cause you kept stumbling. You yelled " I CAN STAND!! It's the walking part I can't figure out!"
He's attempting to seduce me with thanksgiving-themed sexual metaphors... It's working.
I can now recognize that when my wine bottle reaches a certain point, I probably shouldn't tweet, text or call anyone. RESPONSIBILITY
Man I was just the closest I've ever been to crapping my pants.
immediately after sex he started talking to me about nerdy stuff he meant to text me earlier, I'm completely smitten
I have a bag of frozen peas on my vagina. If you want to talk about real problems.
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