WORST DINGLEBERRY EVER
My main thought on the Olympics: I need LESS cowbell.
You really need to tell him that he has a girlfriend. I'm not sure he knows
Pre-game strategy: play thunder by yourself in the shower. Surprisingly, success.
Bouncy castle Catalina wine-mixer race for the cure. It will be as fun as it sounds
Note to self: last nights makeup does NOT, under ANY circumstances, look good today.
Most people would probably take his lack of responses as a queue to stop. But nope, not me. I just keep going. And that's why I don't have a bf, just a little weinered friend
Of the past 48 hours, 46 of them have been spent naked. I'd say it's been a good two days.
Oh and Dustin informs me I'm a legend amongst the freshman, if you were wondering about my street cred
facebook is just a cold reminder of all the times other bitches won my hookups
He threw up on my head while I was blowing him, and then I started barfing, and the kitchen floor was a mess. Believe me, he will never, ever live this down.
I feel like my dick pic collection should be archived at the Smithsonian
Its just akward. Everytime he tells me he loves me, I have to respond with, I love having sex with you. and he just stares at me in amazement
gave up morals for lent, so far it's actually been really easy.
i just want a beer and a blow job. is that so much to ask?
and i just want a ring so i can stop faking it. is that?
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