can you pick up canola oil? she lives by wegmans
who is canola oil?
you're an idiot.
my drunken desire to be gossip girl continues to ruin friendships for me
Last night I fell down in the street (I think in someone's vomit), cut my knee up, lost my moms necklace and my license, and had to walk back to the hotel.
I drove to Chevron at noon and the Hatian lady goes "Oh, nothing to drink yet white boy?"
It's safe to say that bucket of tequila night can NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
I'm mentally preparing my vagina for this semester. It's fucking welcome week. I'm going to be talking to her all night.
I succsesfully kept my nipples in my dress all night. Even when I got in a fight. I was made for the bar.
He said I was cute and he handed me a stuffed bear from his car. I don't care that he was 80, I named it Hector.
State dependent memory. I just needed to feel my teeth. It was like a fog was lifted.
I can't feel the bottom half of my face but i feel like our sex would be amazing
I shit myself when I came, don't have flu sex
I have rug burns on my nipples. Thanks for being an awesome wing girl.
I got pull-out-my-nuvaring-drunk last night.
I guess I called her at 2am, demanding that she bring us food. She told us to order pizza, and I yelled "DON'T MENTION PIZZA!" I recall nothing.
Just sent a nude with the caption "seasons greetings from our family to yours"
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