So he thought it would be a nice gesture to show me his list of girls he fucked. There was 70. We then went through and put "V"'s next to all the ones that were virgins...
the facebook you made of my ass has 10 times more friends than i do.
I just found blacked-out interviews on my voice recorder. Go journalism.
Why is there not a 'day after acid' genre. Or even a pandora station or something.
I smell like booze and the valet literally buckled me in, def top 3 walks of shame
I'm naked in the window of the hotel and I feel like I'm walking in slow motion like a robot
I cartwheeled across every street... They tried to stop me but I bit anyone who came near me
i just keep picturing us drunk surrounded by kittens.
And really all I wanted was to be like "hey can I borrow your dick for a few hours this weekend?"
C'mon pople!!! THursday afternoon isnot gonna drinkin itself!!!
A big dick and how quickly they respond to snapchat is all I look for in a guy
I'm drinking vodka. Get ready for my famous "come over" mass snapchats
I told him I was going to sit on his face after I got out of the shower, he threw up the arm boners and yelled "STEVE HOLT!!" I might actually stop sleeping with other dudes.
Is there a polite/non-lush way to ask how alcohol ranks on their list of priorities? Because like idk how to break the ice furreal.
I told the border patrol officer she was smuggling drugs in her ass. I doubt she cheats on me again.
Randomize
