I think we should urban dictionary "drive of shame." It involves a sprint to your car in his underwear and shirt, surreptitiously trying to put on your bra on at stoplights without attracting attention from neighboring cars, and lurking in your car a block from home so you can know when your roommate leaves for work.
Please don't call me names while I'm carrying your child.
Dude I just figured out the mystery flavor of airhead is vodka sprite, no way i'm wrong
And then he said "I can't get blown while Gordon Bombay and Mr. Holland stare at me from the TV"
He's in bed with me right now. I'm wearing a towel and all I could wish for is my freedom. And pizza.
I'm not sure, 7-8, the last bit was a rush of at least three blended together. Basically you fucked me so stupid that I can't even recall the number of orgasms.
So you know, I'm making that my facebook status.
I'm venturing to your corner of this sin house in t minus 2 minutes.
I was late because I helped this old romanian lady mow her lawn at 2AM.
Ugh I hate you, and the responsible adult life I pretend to have during daylight hours
Nobody knows who they are, but they have an ice luge so they are welcome in my book
well he never texted me back and the pizza I took my rage out didn't deserve such malice
If I had feelings, you would have hurt them.
Sex in a tree, bucket list CHECK!
finals do horrible things to a person. i haven't worn pants since friday
The night went downhill somewhere between the time I was triple fisting smirnoff and when I was throwing up in the yard in nothing but my bra while he talk to me about mashed potatoes
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