I'm sorry, but there's just something about mesh over nipples that irks me.
I am the drunkest girl in the tree.
after eating me out, he asked for something to drink. i gave him a glass of water and he said he needed something stronger.
you sat up and said "i'm the worst kind of roommate, the drunk kind"
i feel like im paying for every hangover i didnt experience last year as a freshman. thank you sophomore year.
I may or may not have just sent the bartender a pic of me in my slutty cheerleader costume with the caption "rah rah ree, gimme yo d"
That's what I'm here for. To bitch slap you into believing in yourself.
We shall study the pictures later and see if his penis is worth my time.
DOWN HORMONES. BACK.
why are our drunk alter egos so much more successful than us?
We got kicked out of Walmart for playing cod with squirt guns of course it was better then prom.
As sure as my left ball is bigger then my right. We will have our moment.
she tied the funnel to the fucking ceiling...
Passing out drunk in my therapists lobby may not be the best way to confirm my "stability"
The irony of the fact that I'm going to be starting my period on Thanksgiving. Something to truly be thankful for.
Randomize