I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
The walk of shame is slightly more complicated when you wake up in the wrong country...
he/she has shaved legs and makeup on. but a spare tire stomach, high socks with high heels...a wig and glasses. and still talked like a man. it was a nightmare scenario
she was pretty happy for someone in the middle of a herpes outbreak, how was i supposed to know?
Easy Mac is falling out of my sweatshirt as I'm walking down the street.
We just threw our carpet out of our room. Via fourth floor window style.
I remember now some guy came over and hit on me and poured peppermint schnapps and chocolate syrup in my mouth. Pretty sure he was dressed like Santa....
my night ended with a pity blow in a racecar bed
I just had to take my laptop away from him because he was on Amazon and had 20 Seahawks garden gnomes in his cart.
Holy shit, we're married as fuck.
What happens if you die with an erection? Does it stay hard? Disclaimer: I'm high.
so evidently blowing a guy does not mean he will say hi to you when he sees you in class.. in case you're ever wondering
Good new is, my parents are alive. Better news they will be in the hospital all weekend. Best news is im having a house party. All weekend.
How much of a thot would I be if I put this pic up? On a scale of thot-ish to Queen of Thotlandia
You cannot steal the fun of my nakedness. You do not own my nakedness. My nakedness is my sole property and I share that fun with whom I choose.
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