Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
It's like the water temple from zelda. but with more tits.
You know that it's no longer pregaming if you don't go anywhere, right? That's just drinking alone.
On a list of weird places to get a bj, how weird is in the basement of a pharmacy
walking through the french quarter. a homeless guy just offered me a pigeon. gotta love new orleans.
After Thursday my breakup "don't screw anybody out of respect" month will be over and I will be set loose. My pussy is purring with anticipation.
Listen. You seriously only live once... there aren't that many cinco de mayos left until someone knocks u up and u have to have a shotgun wedding. Man up.
I didnt realize how badly my legs were scratched up from power-fucking him in the bushes until kate dumped a bottle of vodka on me. that shit burnedddd
It was like an ecstasy filled massage for my vagina.
That's the best compliment I have ever received.
posting about faith hill is really not helping you get me into your bed
The last thing I remember is singing hotel California with a hobo and asking every bald man I saw if I could touch his head.
He was on top and as he finished he yelled "I love gold" , so yeah I'm seeing him later tonight
The dick pic bandit just sent me a poem about showering..
Last night when we banged she had nothing else on but socks that said 'property of Jesus' on them.
He ate me out on the front lawn of the post office. The people in the office across the road definitely got a show!
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