before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
Some girl just asked us for directions back to campus. we told her to take the first four lefts. We live on a block. she believed us
we were holding hands throwing up into the same garbage can; if thats not true love i dont know what is .
We glued Jenga blocks together, called it "magic blocks" and sold it to the stoners for $50 and a bottle of Henny
You better be coming back...your date is passed out in a shrub in my backyard and I'm pretty sure her shirt is on my kitchen floor
He dared me to drink a bottle of olive oil in exchange for a 30 pack... So much for loosing the freshman fifteen this year.
She called me her guardian angel after I picked her phone up from the river of pee coming from her front porch.
I got a second ticket last night for drunkly using my one call to order a pizza and get it delivered at the police station
I had to watch them play Salty Cracker. I have never seen a grown man cry with a boner before
I feel like parents watching our children. You want to step in and help them but you just have to let them make their mistakes
Stop it with the monkey emojis. It's like sexting with Curious George
I told him that we shouldn't complicate things. He responded with a dick pic.
It was all good until his cat started licking my nipple along with him
you can't just call dibs on my vagina bro.
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