Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
I got a hennah tattoo of my room number on my arm...I love spring break in Mexico!
we do all of our sexting over chat on words with friends, so my boyfriend doesn't know about it when he looks at my texts.
Fire inspection over. Blunts are OK
conquered wheelchair sex. it's rather convenient. you'd think it was made for it, with all those handles and adjustable features.
Sophomore year, I fucked on your desk chair. I'm sorry. I love you.
4 am. She strained the mac and cheese onto her legs. She has no skin.
Well the nurse forgot to take all my stitches out, so my surgical tools are peroxide, kitchen scissors, fingernail clippers, a pocket knife, and 11 beers. Let's do this...
Okay, just a casual question: how did i manage to get grass stains on the inside of my bra?
I mean I drunk but not enough to handle a Scientology convention
He was handing out home-made business cards that read "finger slamming bitches since 1986"\n
I'm not drinking with you for AT LEAST a day
You better fucking tell me or I'm turning blow job week into go fuck yourself week.
I got bit by a peacock. That's how hard shit went down last night.
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