i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
so basically i'm the" little sister", he's the "big brother" and we just fucked
I need Christmas break to be over. I'm tired of fucking my old High School girlfriends
bad: friday night i tripped and fell outside my dorm. worse: i just found out i broke my ankle. worst: i was shitfaced and don't remember any of this.
Id love to say been there done that but im a slutty drunk not a stupid one.
We'll probably be arrested for having a cheetah in our apartment anyway, so I say go for it.
I already apologized. And I got cum in my eye in return, I say your night beats mine...
Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
I found you walking along the street hammered. You walked up said hi and handed me a beer.
I refused to call him anything but Drake eyebrows all night.
Wow. Last night.
I knew you were shit blasted when you called me your "sunflower queen"
Does this mean I have to put a bra on now
I made a separate snapchat account so I could swap nudes with a guy from omegle.
Why do all of your bad decisions sound like fucked up mad libs?
I danced shirtless on a platform with a fucking stripper who went to MIT
I can't believe you tried to cock block me from A DIFFERENT TIME ZONE.
Great, now I'm picturing myself as a fucking garden gnome
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