Marriage: a sacred union between one man and one woman, and another woman in Argentina.
let me put it this way. im never saying "join in or get out" again unless i know whos in the room.
I have eleven tally marks and an infinity sign drawn on my wrist in permanent marker. Senior bar crawl stole my liver.
My poo smells like dog food. That's how I know it was a good night.
fine. I googled it. you have to eat 5 to die so apparently I'm in the clear.
just had to make the 420 edibles gluten free and kosher for passover.
like he couldn't stop by and throw me in the back seat and ask for a blowjob? he had to give me flowers?
The usual, bring face make up, I have a weird gash on my nose, probably from my one night stand
We were showing our tits to everyone because it's breast cancer awareness month and we care deeply
I thought we were doing it cause it's Tuesday
Bailey. He has a soul patch. Idgaf if he was an NFL player. Nobody with a soul patch is attractive.
Well the term Party is used loosely in this situation. Since it will just be mom wine drunk and us eating chips with multiple dips.
I never saw such an emotional argument over yellow vs. spicy mustard.
It was a blind-side dick pic.
Nana saw my nipple rings & made me watch Joel Osteen all morning
whoever decided snowing in 90 percent of campus on a night when the streets are flowing with tequila and skittles was clearly not an R.A.
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