you shoved the noah's ark of animal crakers in your mouth saturday.
She didn't know my name but she knew I was Canadian so she just called me Canada. It sounded like the national anthem when we were fucking.
all ill say about last night is that we tried to stop you. oh and the bus you're on is going to nashville.
There's a Sam Adams brew house. How were we not supposed to go
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
Let me put it this way - if I had a list of things I would like between my legs, she would rank below the cello I turned into firewood sophomore year.
all i remember is walking in on u shitting and crying listening to shawty get loose. its safe to say this break up has taken a toll on u
Being with her was like shitty sexual fear factor big ass sausage nipples over sized outty belly button i was scared and drunk tell know one
It was less of a bar, and more of an abandoned basement that some people sell booze in.
Plus it's a good way to scope out guys. Have them fight for you, like real males do in nature.
2 six inch heels, 3 big sangrias, no broken legs
I'm gonna eat more dunkaroos to cope with what's in my vagina.
I have a cat for love and a booty call for sex. What else could I need?
I'm not winning any crowns in the Miss Emotionally Stable pageant either...
I'm playing trivia and drinking margaritas so now is not a good time.
Randomize
