i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
she told me her fantasy was her as a 55 year old cook at a truck stop who smokes a pack a day, and I was the 21 year old illegal immigarnt prep cook.
I puked for half an hour, but I went and danced afterwards, and that made me feel better.
You are so irish.
Umm. Any where really. Alcohol and boobs. Those are the requirements.
All I remember is saying that "fire will make it all better"
Why's my alcoholism being used to prove a point?
No, the responsible one does not yell out "lets go to iHop" at 5 in the morning to a bunch of drunk people with munchies.
There was probably a tattoo above her soulless vagina that read 'it's a trap!' Yet you ignored it
He put his hand in my cleavage. NOT ON. IN. BETWEEN. NO more gingers
This dude has batman tighty whities on over his cargo pants and he has the nerve to yell "fuck you bitch" up at my window.
I tried to be mean but not so mean that he won't bone me next weekend
I just moved my 11am hair appointment to 8am so I could blackout at noon. Who am I?
And no one can masturbate with the sound of Bernie's voice in the background
We're lying on the pavement outside of the college. No one has asked if we're okay. I think they all understand.
He’s perfect! He listens to Genesis during sex and has a VW bus!
You really are from the panhandle, aren’t you?
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