So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
check it out our google latitudes are spooning
We just walked into this party and immediately got handed a grilled cheese sandwhich....
just used a paint mixing cup as a shot glass. thank u art school.
my neighbors garage sale is really cutting into the time of day when i can smoke weed on my deck.
All I know is that it's pretty damn mean to put a glass wall in a bar.
The heaters out again. Makin a fire in thebroke toilet for warmth.
Check having sex on the rocks and dirt on the peak of saddleback mountain off my list.
I felt like a god.
Nah, just ran around, pinned random men to walls, bit their lips of and booked it.
It was rough. I have dried puke in my hair and I don't know if it's mine or from the girl I met on the ground waiting for a cab.
He sat on me and said I owed him $10, when I asked why he just said "lap dance"
Me too, I feel like I pinched your nipples excessively. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but in retrospect I'm not so sure.
What good is being a girl if you can't terrorize boys with pregnancy scares??
Thanks for being my pregnancy scare Sherpa...
I couldn't find the oven mitts so I used a thick stack of tortillas
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