Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
I have been thinking about it and I am really glad we decided to order helmets.
The Rock is playing the tooth fairy. I can't believe I used to smell what that man was cooking
okay I may or may not have wrapped my body pillow up in your t-shirt and sprayed it with your axe and am now spooning with it.
again? I'm starting to get a little creeped out now.
Apparently, I woke up in the middle of the night, got up out of bed, dropped trou in the corner, squatted, and pissed on the carpet. When Eric heard, he thought it was the dog and started yelling, and I responded by saying "No no, its okay. It's me."
why is there a handicap sign in the bathtub and an exit sign in the kitchen?
lets deal with that after we figure out where i am
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
The night was going well until I found tufts of my hair in the freezer. Then I got nervous
Who knew that "When in doubt, pelvic thrust" would end up being the best motto ever? In other news, I think I may have joined roller derby.
A drunk hobo just gave me a fist bump. Because I know what a womb is.
That man gives me hope. I can't help it. And by "hope" I mean "wood."
What's your ideal size in a man?
I just asked if you could cover my shift tomorrow......
Running my fingers through my hair is like that scene from Patch Adams where the girl goes swimming in a pool of spaghetti. I love molly.
last night we watched this really loud chick try and pick up this smoking french guy who's english was sooo bad. she finally pointed at her beer and then her vagine
gross
like you've never done an interperative dance for sex, please
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
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