Black lace...the rest is up to ur imagination
I hate my date so much right now for even thinking I want to do the electric slide.
out of nowhere you said let us see your boobs, then proceeded to pull my shirt down.
i gets down
They were taking shots out of the caps of perfume bottles. This is too much for me.
So... Apparently, "Home" isn't the correct response when a cop asks for your address...
Worrying about "What smells like cat pee?" is so much easier than worrying about "What am I doing with my life?"
How's dinner? Come here? You can bring your boyfriend if you're ok leaving without him
Sometimes you've gotta crawl to stay concious
So I'm pretty sure I told every one at the party that "I'm going to fuck my pillow pets tonight?"
Finding an empty bathroom to shit on campus is like the quest for the fucking Holy Grail. Except with more stench and humiliation.
The perfect man would keep a whisky sour in my hand and give me endless sex. I really don't think that's too much to ask for.
I think that living in the "now" is the worst fucking ghandi buddha whatever advice bc that means I'm just gonna get drunk in the now.
I figure I since I made out with him that I at least had to save his number in my phone.
Just boned her on my desk. on top of my term paper. take that professor dipshit
That confirms what we've all known all along. I'm a bad gay. I have no fashion sense.
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