I don't know what you were told but i for sure didn't sleep with any one but steve's couch.
i'm sick of taking my pants off and seeing a look of disappointment on the girls face. i want her to be frigthened
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
Don't judge me. Haven't eaten all day so I'm in my room sticking my finger in peanut butter, then jam, then my mouth.
you were just eating all his cookies and kept mumbling "them crumblies" when the crumbs got on your shirt.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
I can't look at him without thinking about his cum face
I feel like I have African malaria. I just remembered singing Teenage Dream in full to that biker couple at the bar.
not totally sure where im at but i think i've definitely woken up on this couch before. bong on the coffee table looks familiar. should be able to find my way home
"Douchebag of the Year" award goes to the guy who didn't reply to the picture of my tits.
I'm really sorry that I blew your friend in your bed, but to be fair he started it.
You cried for a while then lifted lots of weights then cady's ex put glitter on your tits and then you took a nap. I got you pizza and brought you home. Nothing too exciting.
Walked into the bathroom and saw a Minion eating out Harley Quinn so this Halloween will be hard to top.
So it turns out that a Ford Focus does not fit in a Walmart cart return.
she filled my toilet with birdseed... i tried flushing it but now it's clogged so she has to come over and fix it because it was her mistake in the first place
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