I just wanted to draw pictures of limp wieners on peoples doors and smash pictures of palm trees. That's it.
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
all I know is he gave me a Cialis and tried to take me home.
I think we need to find a happy medium between fried food and dicks. This could end badly.
i was that girl throwing up in the urinal. it was a dark moment in my life.
Just met another girl you fucked but this time in seattle. Your cock gets almost as much mileage as jet blue. Anaheim and seattle both say hi, figured you don't remember their names.
It's hard to be a gentleman when a girl pauses her karaoke version of "a whole new world," and proceeds to tell the entire bar that she wants your cock in her mouth.
when i saw his roomate the next night he kept openly referring to me as "the girl who orgasms loud" when he would try to get my attention
Remember that time we got drunk tomorrow
Masturbating during the Olympics and cumming during the national anthem really is everything it's cracked up to be. Just thought you should know.
Well, she chose the fuckboy life or the life chose her. Not sure which one but either way I don't need that negativity in my life.
.... I'm on a random couch somewhere in Newark wrapped in a Lightning McQueen blanket
if you didn't cry because you couldn't find me and then pee your bed, your wingman status would totally be revoked for leaving me at that party.
Plus my parents would be pissed if I spent Thanksgiving in jail... again.
The career specialist read an Onion article to us. Please send help.
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