Where is the hickey?
to cover up your slurred speech you tried talking like the creepy old man from family guy
you hid your keys in a box of lucky charms because drunk you was apparently going to eat them for breakfast...
Where else am I to apply my creativity?
I don't know. Anywhere productive and not involving sex toys would be a start.
She is only going home with him in hopes to give him herpes. She has been plotting some master revenge since 7th grade.
he stopped making out with me and said "can I make you grilled cheese? I feel like I owe YOU something"
I just saw my first passed out person, sprawled out on the sidewalk like they died. I wanted to take a pic but I thought that screamed "tourist"
I pulled my bra outta my purse. Covered in honey mustard. I still lack an explanation.
i mean, not my actual scene but if someone says "PARTY" ill figure it out
We need to drink more. Just think how awesome it would be to wake up in a trailer and NOT remember how wee got here.
She shoved a hot dog in my pocket and started grinding on it.
It's seriously like a finger. But it's a cock. I don't know what to do. I feel like I fuck him to be polite.
You don't get to call me bro after you've had your dick in me.
Is it wrong to want to have sex with one guy who's good in bed before going out on a date with a guy I actually like?
Im so fucked up I'm drinking baileys and coffee just to stay awake.
It's 6 in the afternoon?
Randomize
