Yeah I guess I was Pocahontus. If she were a trifling drunk who hung out in her undies, with possible brain damage.
Good luck! Who knows he might be a stallion in the bedroom! or it could be like having sex with a crayon.
i failed horribly. studying for that final was as pointless as Vinnie is to Jersey Shore
it wasnt like "sexy" or whatever. like...she was smiling just standing there butt ass naked
tasteful.
They were lying down in the parking garage pretending to be speed bumps...
Ia nefed hefelkp i am a taxi
its time for step 4 of getting over him: post his number on the transvestite page on craigs list asking for pics
his blanket is still in the back seat of my car, its like a constant reminder of his small penis
apparently I crawled into someone's bed and demanded they call me 'big dog' before shotgunning a beer
This hurricane was the perfect excuse to buy 2 pounds of animal crackers and a case of beer. It's on Sandy.
Sneaking the vodka in was the easy part.. listening to medley of puking in the porta pottys was not
If it makes you feel any better, I'm eating a block of cheese...
my suitemate came in my room last night and flashed me. and then she just walked away. deff transferred to the right school
I found a Trump-humping republican virgin born on the goddamn Fourth of July. I NEED to hate-fuck him.
Im just drunk enough to admit that I miss Hannah Montana.
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