so i realized that everyone figured out i was a slut before i did. then i realized that no one felt like telling me. sometimes i think you just keep me around for entertainment.
you're right.
Warning...her vagina is big, like sleeping bag big.
Fun fact: tonight on intervention was the guy who did my tattoo
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
I'm still reeling over the fact that you beat us all at Risk while you were flat on your ass drunk and falling asleep on South America.
It totally doesn't make me a groupie if I hooked up with him before he was in the Olympics
as he left, i held up my fist and said "pound it out" and he was like "are you serious, we just had sex..."
Sometimes I wonder if my parents know that I mean horny when I say lonely.
That's the only definition of lonely that I know.
Please acknowledge the sock on the door. If not it will be rammed up your ass.
Just thought you should know I'm having a reunion tour of Athens this weekend. Minus the weird guy I was fucking last time.
Did he think I was flirting with him when I ordered a hot dog bc no
I told the American that we should start banging in Canada incase I get hurt and have to go to the hospital.. is that rude to say?
I'd just like to inform you. That when I was at bvj the first day I was blackout drunk by noon. Get on past Chelsea's level like now. Do it for present Chelsea
He came on my face and he was genuinely concerned about getting it in my hair. I'm marrying him.
And when were you going to tell me to stop dancing on his coffee table singing "come on irene?"
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