So J keeps drinking his last bit of drink, then spitting it out and drinks it again. Savor the flavor?
What wine goes with Cap'n Crunch?
I was up until 12:30 making that damned grammar test for my freshmen then I caught myself running through the verb tenses when I was giving him head.
"I have sucked, I will suck, I will have suck, I am sucking..." I've never felt more like a nerdier slut than last night.
I am drunk as shit eating pancakes. I am not the person to call.
Some guy just yelled at me from his car "CLIIIIIIIIIITT"... I feel like this has something to do with last night....
i was laying in her brothers bed, in his old room. and i kept getting the chills. i didn't know if it was a draft or the ghosts of BJ's past.
Had "I should be in prison or dead" storytime at the bar. Found out James has done blow off a dead guy. Overwhelmed and speechless.
Come find me, I'm the girl sitting alone in taco bell at 9 in the morning drinking concealed beer with a straw
God and karma are having a fucking field day with my body today.
if memory serves, the guy you were hooking up with said he was a slutty skittle.
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
I should be free tonight unless my 5 speed vibrator arrives in the mail today, than we might have scheduling conflicts.
Someone broke into my car last night. Didn't take anything, even left the beer in my backseat. They need to get their priorities straight, obviously.
I had to ask my mom to look for my kegle ball...
No I'm not lying to you. I'm just not telling you the whole story. There's a massive difference.
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