so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
I don't know if you realize how depressing it is to get your card denied....when you're only spending $4.
I got laid because I told her I play guitar. I haven't played in 7 years and only know a G chord. I love this place.
Getting drunk now, but later remind me to tell you how to crash an 8th grade grad party.
He freaked out when I started to orgasm. He said he never knew girls could orgasm too.
Nothing says I've got my life together like buying a jumbo bottle of 7$ wine in sweat pants on a monday night
I made out with him with my retainers in. My drunken hook-ups get lazier and lazier.
Woke up next to my bed in a pile of skittles, sleeping on a pair of sweatpants. I can't believe the girl didn't stick around..
We are having a competition to see who can masterbate in the wierdest place, right now hes winning since he masterbated on his Jr. High school bus.
Just ate a whole pizza by myself. Wearing my indian headdress again. its really cool with the french braids. I look like fucking pocahontas or some shit.
At least you got some premium homework time. Still drinking vodka from a coffee cup?
I switched to water. When the numbers get blurry you are no longer being productive.
begin the sex magic rocket ship countdown
This is the I'm sorry text for running around yelling don't shit on my rainbow, end up in the fetal position crying at 4 am in my car because someone shit on my rainbow
a large sweaty girl i dont know is sleeping in my bed. A scotish man and a small child looking dude are on the couches im on the floor sleeping and im ok with it
...and with one comment dissing Hannibal Lecter, I suddenly understood why we never worked out.
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