Just so you know, the bottle of red gatorade is NOT GATORADE. It is definitely someone's puke. I hope nobody else makes the same mistake I did.
Before I left in the morning I deleted her purity ring app off her iPod, I figured it would save her the shame
Tonight we are playing Scuba-Keg. Getting keg now. I'll explain when i get home.
Just woke up with three stitches in my left boob. Nevertheless, I think I'm going to like this school.
I just sent a friend request to someone saying that i was the girl he shared a fifth of jager with last week. Thats something special. He better accept.
Do you think I should make him wait for my responses or do you think sophomore have no concept of time like dogs?
Also, turning on the light this morning was a 3 step process. Way too hungover.
All my credit cards need to be pressure washed
so exactly what is concert sex etiquette? Before, during or after???
all of the above
I think the worst part about being a real adult is 1)having a high stress job that makes me want to get stoned 2)paying for reefer using my own money 3)realizing my boyfriends children probably have more weed connections than I do anymore
So yes we had an orgy last night and I sucked your tits while you fucked my husband but I am weird about sharing my toothbrush.
Let's get a hotel room this time. I really don't want to sleep in a Dennys parking lot again.
He shit with the door open. I think that means we are in a realtionship.
How much glitter would I have to ingest in order for a "magnificent" amount to appear in my ejaculate?
last night is slowly putting itself back together. Its one giant slutty puzzle, all the pieces are covered in tequila and shame.
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