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.
1. No more tequila 2. Why do you let me say slutty things? 3. I woke up and our apartment was covered in cake? 4. Love you
Thats my favorite, when ex girlfriends become XL ex girlfriends
its a sex-hate relationship...no love involved
we are torturing ourselves with these mediocre cocks
Dude squirt doesnt even begin to describe it i thought she was the lost portal to atlantis with how much she let out
Is it 3pm? Or am I losing my mind because it's pickled in vodka and diet coke?
I just realized the only way to play Edward forty-hands is commando in a skirt. This intelligence kick is really doing me justice.
My booty call just moved 2 min from my house
This has pregnancy written all over it
Whatever I'm getting wasted, my costume's bomb, and there's a good chance I'm getting laid. Not letting stupidity ruin my night!
He's in grad school at Harvard. I suppose that means my vagina is now smarter than I am.
Man, I meant to go dancing, but accidentally took mushrooms and just threw the frisbee in the park
Surprise ending
the bouncer just handed me a Starbucks bag of pound cake
The only thing that makes a night with half a bottle of cheap vodka is the other half of that bottle of cheap vodka.
It was like a baby arm holding another baby arm holding an apple grove. Fuckin huge!
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