we're blogging at a bar
He is fucking rediculously sexy. DO HIM NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW.
I just walked in on my mom and dad......It wasn't my dad
it's circumsized.
I think this conversation is over.
Your couch is like an animal shelter for stray drunks.
The fact that it was "anything but a cup" now explains the cowboy boots and fishbowl aftermath at the apartment.
Wow. Last night.
I knew you were shit blasted when you called me your "sunflower queen"
He was pretty bad, I wanted pizza the whole time.
Hey! How are you feeling? Still preferring soup over sex?
I spanked her so hard I woke up Grandma
There's a kitten on my face and I'm druuuunk
Maybe if you would fuck your boss you would get string cheese too
she stuffed her marc jacobs purse full of cereal
classy
We will discuss everything tomorrow i presume. Including the sweaty naked tango.
She was sitting on the couch in his tux jacket...no pants, eating cold vegetable lasagna. Yet I'm the weirdo?
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