things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
Sitting at a red light. Windows are down. I'm blasting Gaga's "Disco Stick" and doing an interpretive dance to it because I think I'm hilarious. Look to the left and see two Phi Delts that I know with their windows down. They are horrified. I am probably going to lose their Facebook friendships.
I'm like a wolly mammoth down there. what do I tell him?
You are so lucky that drugs are going to kill you before I do.
he was inside of, then got up said "we don't want you having a baby," grabbed his car keys and left. so now i'm just sitting on his bed, wondering if he's coming back.
I was just informed that I have the perfect belly button for body shots... Best compliment ever.
Someone touched my vagina when we were out last night. The fact that it was you is inconsequential and I am still counting it as a pull.
I was dancing with a blow torch in one hand and a bowl of weed in the other
Why did you load my phone up with pics of Al Gore?
That was the second worst thing to happen to my asshole.
He called me Kitten either just because or he figured out my old s&m life. Either way huge turn on.
WHAT IS ALL THIS WATER BOTTLE FLIPPING NONSENSE? WHAT IS LIT?
YOUTHS.
summer in europe = liver of steel
I accept that challenge.
National tequila day this year falls on a Monday. I've never been more disappointed in my life.
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