maybe we dont have boyfriends because we dont have tans
There is somethin about your sexuality that makes my dick do jumping jacks when I see you
we put on a show in the hot tub for our boyfriends, then climbed out and both got down on our hands and knees and puked at the same time--still naked.
just watched an entire episode so you think you can dance for head. so wasn't worth it
The last thing I remember is you asking me how to grow french fries.
If I was there, I'd make you a vicodin spiked sandwich.
She walked in, looked at the bed, sniffed, sighed, and went to grab her cleaning supplies. I'd say she knows.
I'm shutting down my vagina temporarily...it's like the last two weeks were a going out of business sale...and now it needs a break...
You need to stop blackout tweeting at him to have sex with you on the roof of your dorm. He doesn't even have a twitter.
Yes he was puking but in the only light of the whole parking lot and he was resting in the patch of clovers and he just was a garden fairy
You're the only person I know who would be upset about making out with a girl you like. You're like a drunken Charlie Brown.
The last thing I remember was naked hot tub and taking a shot and using the hot tub water as a chaser. Not acceptable.
Made a pinky promise to a lesbian on crack in WeHo. No one knows what I promised
I mean, how am I going to build a relationship on trust if he finds out I roofied him?
Somehow I don't think offering me edibles is what dad meant by checking in on me
They're the hard candy kind!
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