im surounded by vag. Like smog aound LA, i am suffocating in an atmosphere of pussy
Just seen on a tshirt : "fake titties taste funny"
You realize it's finals week?
Ya that's the school's fault. St. Patrick's day came first.
There are too many people and smells in this elevator for my hangover to handle.
Hello. You don't know me, but word on the street is that we are now eskimo sisters. I feel like we should go out for coffee and compare experiences.
You're a five foot adderall and caffeine fueled ball of sexual frustration and suppressed rage. It's only a matter of time before you snap. We're taking bets on when.
The guys are trying to figure out my orientation....think theyve settled on "drunksexual"
God if that man would just have sex with me every time I got mad life would be so much easier...
He better be a good lay, these underwear cost $50.
When I finally came to, I was in the DJ booth wearing his headphones while he was spinning. That's all I got.
I wanted to write an apology letter to my vagina after that.
We need a rematch, I think my pussy was on vacation the other night.
I woke up in his closet, with my shirt inside out and backwards, Rolos in my hand, a tortilla with a face carved into it stuck to the fridge with a magnet, a homemade bong next to the bed, and the door off the hinges... I need a chaperone.
mother daughter bonding time. she's helping me make jello shots.
Only you would try street racing in a Volvo.
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