Yes. Being a lesbian's wingman is a fun as it sounds
Knitting and drinking wine. Forget my 21st birthday, might as well just skip to my 60th
it's like a walk of shame rule, you always run into someone who saw you wearing that yesterday
It was good I woke up with my mattress on top of me. I walked around naked the whole night as people wished my Happy Birthday.
You walked away saying that you had to pee and you never came back. We found you an hour later in his roommate's bed. Under the covers. Still in your wet bathing suit.
Maybe walking up to the cops busting our party with a "Things go better with Coke" t-shirt on and asking for my extra license back that my little brother got busted with wasn't the best idea of the night.
I was more than drunk as hell I have rug burn on my elbows from ninja roles on the ground..
After you tried speaking to him in whale you asked if you could see his "blow hole." That's how bad it was.
Just gave my pregnant cat a safe sex talk. That high.
I found an inside smoking lounge. I'll be here for the next 4 hours. A nice old Canadian lady has befriended me and let me use her lighter. Fuck Hartsfield-Jackson AND this layover. I win.
The whorange rubbed off. His white shirt was so gross at the end of the night I told him to frame it.
How dare you not respond to me after opening up a picture of my bare breasts
one week and then i'm back on the sexual grind. a party is being planned in my vagina's honor
It was funny for a while but 3 days later I still can't walk and I've constructed a diaper-like contraption to hold the ice pack on my vagina.
He bought me a bottle of Malibu. I think I could love this guy.
I've loved people for a lot less.
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