It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
i think guys can sense when i'm not wearing underwear
i told him i was gay. he said that gay guys are supposed to be pretty.
The child next door sounds like he's having vigorous sex in the backyard and it's making me very, very uncomfortable. I don't want to look.
We sat in your minivan all night in a parking lot pretending we were in the magic school bus going to the sun
she was using bread to soak up the vodka off the floor then proceeded to eat it.
I mostly enjoyed dancing with him because his boner was scratching my bug bites.
In conversation she brought up that she slept with Tucker Max on the UF football field
I see your walk of shame and raise you a day in jail wearing a girls old workout clothes.
So I can officially say that someone has licked whipped cream off my nipples. Go senior year
One of your snapchats was of you with a 40oz of Mickeys and the caption: "Deep Throat back in her natural habitat"
I mean I only got hit in the ass with ONE firework
I woke up and my backpack was empty. He used me for sex, and back to school supplies.
Worse. He's Mormon. At least a gay guy will go get drinks with me.
So I just got motorboated by my grandma…
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