On a scale of one to trashy, how is this: Got drunk, gave a guy a hand job. In the middle of the bar
I think you broke the trashy scale
just broke no shave november. hello backed up drain december.
i find it sad that i can no longer sit in the back of class for fear that someone will fart into the heater again.
He just helps fat girls get exercise. One walk of shame at a time.
stumbled upon a picture of an owl staring me in the face. i almost offered him a bong hit.
There is a good chance that the other night after a wedding reception i was at that i mailed you a drink coaster.
All I know is that at 4 am I was walking down the street in my bra and his shorts and Im pretty sure I passed my grandma on her morning walk.
Then when he got home he face timed me and showed me his balls
I suppose what I've learned from this experience is that sometimes you just have to make out with a narcissistic baby daddy to make a clean getaway.
Went to put my shoe on and asked myself why I left a sock in it. I didn't. Needless to say I found our used condom.
Go makeout with Mickey Mouse so we can get FastPass tickets
I mean we don't talk anymore but I still see him around wearing that sweater he stole from me after we had sex
I can't give advice right now, I have a yeast infection.
one nice thing about being home: no walks of shame, just drives of shame
I don't know why, but whenever I shave my balls I feel more aerodynamic.
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