O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
no. you can't hotbox the world.
my favorite part of the night was when I was in the bathroom frantically trying to get my cat whiskers and nose off to make hooking up less awkward
i think i was tempted to text while we were making out. like i remember holding my phone up behind his head and just staring at it.
afterward, he apologized, hugged me, and then gave me a granola bar and said “this is my apology gift.”
I just puked my brains out on the side of the road (see picture) And I took a picture for our scrapbook! I am always thinking! =) tell me your proud?!
STOP LICKING HIS MUSTACHE
Seriously, this trumpet player gives me chills. Might be the drugs.
I don't have to hold her hair back as she blows me but I do have to hold the ball on the Santa hat
I made out with my former step mother's best friend. Only knew the connection when they both showed up together at the bar.
Dude, I work in two hours. Unless you can find Chris Hemsworth and convince him to have a three-way with us, I'm not getting out of bed.
Men are too sensitive. They need to learn to handle me.
Like I could never be a lawyer because I would just look like a porn star impersonation of a lawyer.
and then you proceeded to throw soup at him for calling you a bitch...a CAN of soup...
My professor just said irregardless, get me out of here
I guess he's ir-illiterate
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