i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
That girl would be way hotter if she changed her face.
I only gave you my number because I thought fat people were jolly
she starting giving me head in the taxi..the driver told her to stop..she looked up, said "I'm the birthday girl", and kept on doing what she was doing.
just took a shot of real whiskey... i forgot what it's like to drink liquor that costs more than twelve dollars.
oh good. ive just found out that i went downstairs at 6 am still blacked out and had a 30 minute conversation with my mom about the different ways to feed our dog
All he was doing was sitting in the car, staring. We asked him what was wrong and he just turned, smiled, and said "everything has its own pair of boots"
It wasn't a threesome, it was me making out with one while looking at the other one screaming "does this make you jealous?"
I just don't remember. It's like I went to bed on July 3rd.. and woke up on the 5th. Nothing.
im lying in bed trying to choke myself out because being awake hurts too much
Woke up in a fanny pack with a bag of cocaine on my cheek
PS: bike ride of shame at 7am includes riding by kids waiting for the school bus #classy
You sluts I'm so proud of you. You're both wearing underwear.
just realized I'll be in a check out line with just Hershey syrup and condoms. I don't know if I am setting a good image for our generation
The bartender remember my drink from last sat. I think we just became drocals...drunk. locals.
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