hot ketchup is not a substitute for marinara
and on the fourth day, god made foam parties.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
we got hammered off table wine and i ended up biting my acrylic nail off so i could finger his butt.. ill never look at valentines day the same
If my thighs hurt from cage dancing last night, I can only imagine how yours feel
It's a lightpost hitting you in the head. Of course it's going to hurt the day after.
Were going to have to vacuum the bathtub, great party
How sad is it that I'm looking in the farm & garden section of craigslist to find a weed dealer. I mean, that's where they'd be right? Just gotta break the code.
We let 3 boys take us home and then we woke up in the middle of the night, stole all the coozies out of the house, a loaf of bread, a case of water, a pair of shorts, called a cab, and went home.
I mean you would really have to try to not have fun at a party that doesn't require pants....
He is nice. Kind of short though. But didn't try to rub his jean cock on me.
Which I appreciated.
Ohh I see how it works, eat pussy and I get Reese's pieces.
this weekend took five years off my life and what was left of my dignity
Failing this, see a doctor for elephant tranquillisers, to be taken with whiskey orally, twice at dawn.
No my problem is I'm working and its a beautiful Saturday. I should be recovering from a hangover and out golfing. Fuck responsibility. I miss college.
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