It's what's on the inside that counts(972): They probably have big open vaginas so the inside is no good
Do you think if I drink bleach they will let me leave work?
I tried making the sex a little better this time so right before I blew I yelled "ready or not here I come!"
This morning I saw a frozen puddle in front of my RA's door and I laughed, assuming someone poured water in hopes that she would slip and fall. That's when my roommate told me I had peed there last night. Thank you Captain Morgan!
I feel like I'm in a bed a bagels and mistakes.
Do you think the Slutcracker will use the original score? I'll be so sad if they don't.
No clues in my phone. Only dialed call: my own social security number. And that was before 10:00pm.
He cheated on me in real life. I can cheat at words with friends.
Last time i was there we saw the window of the pizza place we were at get busted, we were pulled out of a taxi to be questioned by the cops, and we peed outside a waffle house. I'm in.
I'm not wearing a bra, watching Netflix and eating gushers. I don't know a better way to spend a hangover.
Also, as my manager i'm going to put you in charge of making sure i don't drown.
Living in the dorms has served one purpose and one purpose only for me: to teach me that pooping in public bathrooms is okay and that I can do it
all a girl really needs is a few good pair of leggings and a drug dealer that delivers.
I know that whole thing was awkward. Not worth the piece of cake.
Clearly the Stanley Cup Finals good luck hand job IS necessary. You let the whole team down.
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