We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
jersey shore drinking game rules must be edited. almost died. how is it possible for a person to say guido that many times
I just found glitter on my vibrator... whatever we're doing has to stop
I mean, keeping the tube socks on AND taking cell phone pictures that he didn't ask for during sex? that's two strikes kiddo.
he's like a stage 5 clinger and he won't even fuck me. he has to be gay. my personality isn't really THAT great.
He couldn't stand on his own, but he managed to somehow to get to the beer garden and get served 3 more. I'm proud to call him my cousin.
i look like a southern belle. however, i am around a million kegs. so i will be a southern shitshow.
I figured out that he lasts longer when I rap during sex. He made it all the way through "Love the Way you Lie"
"can of pringles" is totally a legitimate measure of time
Had sex and ran 2.8 miles all before 7:30am. This is going to be a very productive Monday.
Tried to drunkenly hop a fence with my cast on to get away from the cops but ended up falling over a bench.. how do I explain those bruises to my parents?
Why is it that every study session with you turns into a hunt for drugs?
I just spent 12 consecutive hours in the same outfit and none of it was pajamas. If that's not personal growth, I don't know what is.
Baked goods and tits. Hard to go wrong there.
The time stamp on this text message is reason enough alone to not leave me unsupervised
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