This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
my boyfriend just said he'd go down on me if I gave him my password to facebook
Last night was an abortion. I might need a publicist.
can i drink enough to forget this semester even happened?
now were playing what girl doesnt belong in the picture of girls in bikinis.
i wont go near him until the smell goes away , and he takes the chex mix box off his head.
He was going down on me as I discovered a spaghetti-O on my boob. Its been a while since I faked it.
I just wish I could congratulate your tits on how much I love seeing them
I love it. Like, more than my penis at the moment.
Then he claimed me as his prize for 3rd place in a wing eating contest. Too romantic.
that pic of me and the hulking football player sure does come in handy when creepy guys hit on me at the bar.
fuck you I'm eating salad I can't be drunk.
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
Well I'm half drunk in a green tutu at a chipotle. So pretty good parade.
This is going to be so stupid, but do you feel the calluses on my hands when I give you a handy?
Randomize
