I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
This is one of those times where I really wish my vagina could tell me what happened last night.
We are lost and the only things we have are peanut brittle, cookies and vodka. I think we'll make it.
I always have trouble explaining my life decisions to people over the age of 30.
It seems like every guy I've hooked up with all end up hanging out together, its like a cult.
Frozen pudding on a popsicle stick. Bill Cosby would be so proud of drunk me.
Theres a guy in your room wearing a franzi box costume and some girl is in the box giving him head.
We just won 1800 at the casino and are going to the strip club. Who gives a fuck if it's 5pm
When you make me feel sane and well-adjusted, it is time to reevaluate your night out habits. Just sayin'.
THEY DIDN'T THROW MY PORN AWAY!!!!
I am so sorry. Not sure for what, but whatever I did last night probably merits an apology, so I'm covering my bases.
He asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told him an orgasm would be nice.
My parents are now taking hits off a joint. Thank you.
Tonight was a total waste of a shaved vagina
i asked her if she was sure that she was ready to do it and she replied with "come at me bro"
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