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.
the recession has oofficially hit my standards.
We fucked twice, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and came back to him playing "Your Body is A Wonderland" on his guitar naked in my bed.
so while trying to be a healthier drunk i discovered that putting airborne in natty is not an advisable decision
She's like the pied piper of lesbians.
Update: I just puked into a sock. It was the only thing available at the time. Why I happened to be holding a sock, we may never know.
Found crayons in my cigarette pack. I can't help but feel you may be responcible.
We should reintroduce naked Mondays
We fucked to techno music while he wore shin guards... best sex ever.
she tried to douche with champagne. in front of all of us. unabashedly.
My goal for break? Fuck all my exes in reverse order.
My next goal in this relationship is to teach my boyfriend that there are valid reasons to be fear of dolphins completely.
Tbh I would eat a grilled cheese off your dick.
I just hooked up with the German exchange student who doesn't speak English. And you said I have no talent.
Drunk me is having trouble keeping up with sober me's standards
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