similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
We raised our shot glasses and you screamed out "TO MY DAD FINALLY GOING TO REHAB!"
he rubbed his balls on my face to wake me up.. this friends with benefits thing is getting out of hand.
Moral of the story: If you're gonna throw a glass of wine in a guy's face, don't do it in your own kitchen.
I can't relate, I like my boobs roaming free like a wild animal, and I occasionally let them devour small children
Jenna, I'm going to use all my homosexual powers to steal him from you
Austin, I will climb on top of your shoulders and slowly suffocate you with my vagina
He said "just hugs" and ran away screaming.
So it may have been laced, sue me.
Aaaaand now he just flexed his muscles at me and said "I'm a fucking eagle!"
I would have publicly shamed him but I'm pretty sure his tramp stamp did that on its own...
I'm tired of the topic. I sent him a pic of my vagina to change it.
I just fell out of my doorway to go to class so if that doesn't describe how my night went idk what will
Is it normal, that tacos make me horny?
I am afraid of asking him for his new number so I continue to text the one that's no longer in service.
twas supposed to be night one of rebound break but it was night one of get sloppy drunk and dance half naked in an ice shack
It was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. But I had cleavage, so I'm good!
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