Maybe you should go over there and lead him on and reach down his pants like he's about to get some and yank his balls.
That's the best idea I've heard all day.
Things got a little weird when he fired up his homemade flamethrower in the living room.
He made me leave when I challenged "all you bitches" to a game of strip taboo.
Ohhhh sweet! I may be down for that. I'll be a german beer girl probably passed out on a park bench somewhere.
Idk we were snorting lines and making out in the stall while these people were cheering us on, on the other side. And that's when I realized he wasn't the only guy in the girls bathroom.
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
You are like the only girl I know who tells their booty call to go find another girl just cause you want more sleep.
There is a 90 percent chance I threw up in a mailbox last night....
i just honestly didn't believe you when you said your brother was a fucking clown. ho shit you weren't kidding.
About 98% sure I just walked by some dude jerking it in the library. I'm guessing his college experience isn't going as planned
Out of ten? A seven. You pulled your shorts down to your ankles, jumped into the pool and announced you were a merman.
You made noises. And kept meowing. I have a twenty minute phone call to prove it.
Ya know. I was thinking of my slutty moments the other day and finally know which one makes the number 1 spot.
IDK if she's gay or not, but there is something about the way she looks at me that says "do dirty dirty things to me." I have no choice but to oblige.
What part of “the stripper has a gun, we need to leave” is confusing you? She’s drunk, she’s fucking crazy and NOW SHE’S PACKING HEAT!
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