Having dinner with my dad, watching the news and some AIDS prevention ad comes on. My dad then kindly informs me that he doesn't enjoy the feel of condoms.
That ginger could cleveland steamer me and it would still be the best day of my life
'fingered' and 'feelings' NEVER belong in the same sentence.
I bet i've been more pregnant than you.
By getting ready I mean putting baby powder in my hair and possibly changing my pajamas to another pair of pajamas
all i remember is him tryin to explain to the girls how to effectively hit the strip club with their bfs
hes actually pretty persuasive when he drinks
Say what you want, but those Fraggle Rock DVDs have gotten me laid twice.
we knew we'd be okay when we walked up to the dealers house and he asked us to please be quiet as to not wake his nana.
we've coined the Sunday morning ritual of taking out our puke-filled trash cans as The Trash Of Shame
Drinking Fireball means never having to say you're sorry. Unless its at you're arraignment.
Just when I thought I was growing up, I go out and TOTALLY REDEEM MYSELF
Casually blacked out last night and apparently told him he couldn't come back to bed until he got me Taco Bell.
THAT'S MY GIRL
KICKING BUT AND GETTING PEOPLE INTOXICATED
on a campus of 30,000 people, i should not be able to see every single guy I've ever hooked up with at one party.
Apologies that our conversations always turn to butt sex or penis size. I thought we out grew that in our 20's.
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