so all night Ive been that girl with her tits out @ the bar. I mean I dropped jaws, yo. But in a classy way.
even through the webcam i could tell he was aiming for my face/hair
you opened the fridge, pissed on the food, fell over, then threw up on yourself. thats whats all over the kitchen.
a guy from my religion class just walked in with a red cup. hello first friday of 2nd semester.
I hate that the only Italian aspect of me is I get red and sweaty when I drink
hes totally cute, too bad i slept with his father
I'm not sure if you saw my recent facebook update, but I have already put the Radio Flyer wagon to good use. I had someone pull me to the nearest bar.
I cannot tell if the couch is cold or I spilled beer. THAT kind of night.
Would you even take no as an answer? I have a feeling you see it more as a challenge.
I am "lost the control of my head" high right now.
but they dont look like handprints. looks like someone had a boxing match with my tits and my tits lost
People spilled so much that there was a thin film of beer on the floor. You took a running start, screamed, "SLIP AND SLIDE!" and slid face first through the drywall.
I have a taco in my pocket for later because I am a practical drunk
i wasnt sure i had a crush on her until i woke up this morning and saw i had googled fifteen variations of "lesbian marriage in estonia". where the fuck is estonia
Should I be concerned that he called me mom when I got in bed on top of him?
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