Sry I called you an 8
Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
yes, the chronicles of narnia is exactly what happens when you do crack inside of a wardrobe.
Well I woke up with a note on me reading Dear Passed Out Girl, and ending with why I shouldn't drink so much. Damn Tequilla.
Just spent the last three hours in the library successfully refreshing facebook
She fell down the stairs and hit her head on the concrete. Then she stood up, flashed us and stumbled away. I forgot to get her number..
I feel like wearing underwear would just be poor planning
I don't know what he did to me, but he did it wrong. I think my pelvis is broken. I cant even drive without it hurting. What. The. Fuck.
Thats not what we're looking for. I want this kid to suck a lolly pop out of a stripper's snatch.
Can we make a pact that if we're 40 and still sluts that aren't married we can get civil unioned the fuck up and raise an asian baby as our own?
he wears New Balance sneakers on a regular basis, did you really expect the sex to be more than decent?
Ok thats great. so just to recap: you fucked a billionare in his penthouse last night, and I had a glass of wine on the toilet.
There is an episode of "how it's made" on tv right now. The subject is tequila and water beds. Basically my life.
i feel like you should know pants are always optional
That ass isn’t going to eat itself.
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