Was i wearing a white blazer when you superpoke danced me??
You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
i guess. but if i can salvage this and still somehow see you naked i feel like that's a win
there is a homeless man oan crack poledancing on a fence... now hes humping 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.
It's like there's a party and my mouth and everyone's throwing up
I found a horn on the street but it's okay I disinfected it with vodka
You tried to luge a beer down a flip flop.
All three of them were helicoptering their dicks to persuade me to take my thong off
we were hooking up and then he goes "you can touch my penis" and i laughed too hard to do anything. no second date.
sorry to break it to you, but he's definitely fucking that other girl now...
I wish I still at least had the bruises on my ass to remember him by.
If my sophomore year were to be made into a novel, it would be titled "dances with salvia"
WHAT THE FUCK JASON, WHY IS THERE A FREE BLOW JOBS BY LISA SIGN IN MY FRONT LAWN WITH MY PHONE NUMBER ON IT?! PEOPLE ARE PULLING INTO MY DRIVEWAY!
i feel like i am made of mashed potatoes. i love cannabis pills so. fucking. much.
It was all fun and games until he noticed the hickey that he hadn't given me...
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