Next time we go to the river, we nominate you to flash people for free booze. Your tits are the biggest.
I made popcorn. Partly so the room doesn't smell like sex, and partly to apologize for the things you saw when you walked in...
You're fine
I'm hiding in my chest because my walls smell weird. I'm not fine.
And the horses in Central Park have blankets. And Rafiki just told me "it is time" in the back of our cab.
She said we couldnt stop drinking until there were enough bottles to make a fort. so we could have sex in our "bottle castle"
I used to think not drinking while I was pregnant was not gonna be a problem, but I now I'm like shit that's a long time
I love you too! Remember NO alcohol or weed at my residence because of legal ramifications.
Last week in my political science paper I quoted the Mighty Ducks. This week, I compared the Constitution to a weird pickle law in Connecticut (by law, it's not a pickle unless it bounces). So, yeah, clearly I'm ready to be back to being a college student.
My boobs keep hanging out of this shirt. I think thats the style I'm going for tonight
Jesus Christ. Even your cock has to be an overachiever. :-(
The dominatrix coworker is currently listening to pop music that has been translated into an Irish dialect and sung by high school kids. Every day gets weirder here.
"Being an adult" and "being happy" are two circles that do not overlap in my Venn diagram of life.
I guess I was telling girls last night that I was a virgin with terminal cancer again
That sounds good. I'd totally blow you somewhere quick but im not in the frame of mind to think of a place
Be outside in 5
So, my first week in Saskatchewan ended with me drinking moonshine and getting eaten out in a tractor. I already love it here!
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