no.. I went home. Puking up hot dogs and lemon tart isn't as lovely as it sounds.
Nothing like studying in the College of Communication to make you realize how smart you are.
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
And he was super vague about his life, it was frustrating. I totally boned a homeless guy, didn't I?
just start off by saying "hey, i cockblocked my friend last night and need to make it up to him, could you help?"
Im on the side of I-10 covered in sweat, cookie dough, hollandaise sauce, onion gravy, and ground beef wondering how my life I ended up here
It's hard being an adult. And by that I mean it's hard to tell the boy you like who rejected you that you can't share a room with him at white party because you don't want to see him bang other boys.
My sugar daddy is a bigger asshole than i am. What's wrong here?
Hey, I told her the bathroom was a "No fly zone" after I used it. She willingly allowed her nose to go through that pain. It's her fault, she only supplied me with vodka when she knows I only drink rum.
It's national "dress up your pet day" come over. Drugs and dressed up cats..it's the shit dreams are made of.
I don't know what's worse the fact that I woke up with a clit piercing or the fact that I didn't pay for it.
NO. FUCK YOU. I HOPE SOMEONE REPLACES YOUR LUBE WITH HOT SAUCE.
I've officially dedicated my newly single life to making myself squirt.
Just taxi'd to the airport holding a zip lock bag of my own vomit. Bachelorette success.
I plan on getting so intoxicated, that I think it's MY own birthday
Can I play this game?
Randomize
