are any of them hardcore sluts...just absolute worthless human beings? if not the paper wins
One person in the car. Three blizzards. Alot of judging.
I love how our sober spotter means you only have to stay sober enough to type your pin in an ATM
she asked me if i can do her a favor, came over, and gave me head then left. i still dont understand how that was a favor for her.
He just referred to himself as a sharp shooter. I had sex with that.
did you come by the house last night? I found a half eaten corn dog in the mail box.. I just figured you were drunk and needed somewhere to crash, but your no where to be found. I'll I have is this corn dog. call me when you get this. I'm worried! --mom
Note to self: remember to figure out whether melted cheese is a liquid when not stoned
all i know is there's a picture on my phone of him wearing my purple sweatpants and licking the bottom of my foot.
When you're not at your house I assumed you're somewhere having sex
He'll only communicate through snapchat with pictures of him holding his cat or his dick. Bit of Russian roulette opening them in public but I did it anyway.
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
I used the phrase "love child of quasimodo and cyclops " in a sentence today.
No problem...what are friends for if they can't rub eachothers genitals.
Upon further investigation my nipples are bruised and I have teeth marks all over.
He was singing on top of spaghetti, and then started crying. He said it was the saddest song ever, "so so sad".
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