No dude, you can't hot box a bus shelter.
his mom and i are swapping prescript pills..totally mother in law material.
the last thing i remember saying is "hope you like body hair"
I was informed last night that im not allowed to pick up the bouncers and carry them around anymore. Last sat is starting to make more sense
They high fived over us while we gave them synchronized blowjobs. In the same bed. Under the same blanket.
You called him your tasty little crouton. Which actually wasn't the weirdest part.
It was like an alcohol war zone and you left a soldier behind.
That's like being smoked out by a unicorn. If the opportunity presents itself you fucking do it and don't ask questions.
If me getting shot doesn't get me pussy I am officially gay
I can not be a lesbian living on Beaverland.
She tried to sing jingle balls while blowing me
He fucked me over, so I'm going to do what any rational woman does. I'm going to get really high and have sex with his brother.
Drunk me commented on almost all of her pictures. My favorite one is titled "be as the sea". My comment is "cold, rough, large and letting anyone come inside you. you accomplished." Guessing I'm not invited to the party anymore.
I hate when pubes grow back. My mons is a warzone.
As long as it's more "this is where i see an issue" vs "psst.... tiddies" then i have no argument
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