Haha she couldn't find her dress in the morning. So she left it. How do the hell do I discreetly return that to her at work. More importantly, how did she discreetly do the walk of shame??
Trying to find something to do here is like trying to find a vegan resturant in alabama.
you were stumbling around in your attic looking for all your swim team medals because you wanted to "feel like a champion."
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
I don't care that you fucked her. I'm offended that once again, you fucked someone with me in the room because you assumed I was asleep.
Idk we were snorting lines and making out in the stall while these people were cheering us on, on the other side. And that's when I realized he wasn't the only guy in the girls bathroom.
And I feel like pitchers of margaritas accidentally make it down your throat a lot.
I mean, the lady at the Mexican restaurant insisted. She said she would win a prize if she sold another pitcher before noon. And plus I got to wear a sombrero
tanning, a slurpee, and a cigarette. spa day college edition
I'd rather be sodomized with a fullly decorated Christmas tree.
I went to an 8am hookup in another guys sweatpants. Who is the really player here?
He was feeling me up but acting like he was asleep. Like WTF does that mean??
I found one of those wine glass confetti bits in my ass crack.
You had to dry your pants with the hand dryer in the bathroom because you "forgot to take it out."
You threw up with such class too! Tiara and all.
Sorry for not calling you back. I got drunk and passed out on the kitchen floor. I just found my phone in the shower.
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