I'm half single.
Please tell me it's the bottom half.
Grinding on my ninth grade teacher. Dreams really do come true
Im going home to examine my vagina with a hand mirror. wish me luck.
It was beyond pathetic. You yelled her name at every blonde chick we saw hoping it would be her. Then you puked your corn dog
all I remember is repeatedly winking at the fire marshall while he was counting the people in the bar
Half the people who compete die. All the rest either lose their minds or grow an innate fear of sharks, vodka, and fishbowls
Just bought the plane tickets. Light headed. Blood rush to clit oh god blue clit. Mayday mayday vagina down!
The only thing I remember is doing a toddlers and tiaras dance routine onstage. I fucking CURTSIED.
OMG stop. Pretty feet? Sparkle baby!
It's almost like a boob-text, but it's not. Because it was live. And you were showing a bunch of people.
I just blew my weed a kiss
All in all only spent $2 at the bar ln... Fucking love having a vagina
Trying to take a nap and my brain decides to play "lets have flashbacks every time you blew it with a chick in college". It's a montage of stupidity and youthful inexperience. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
You KNOW it was a good night when you find French fries AND taco remnants in your bra when you get home...
you asked if you could borrow my vagina for the night
I am certain that you would be a mere freckle on the behemoth of slutty that has taken place at this complex.
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