you really need to stop walk of shaming home from theme parties.
it was like playing where's waldo with your underwear
Definitely locked eyes with the stripper who gave me a lapdance last night as she walked by me and into the Ann Taylor Loft in Times Square.
bio was interesting today. swabbed my mouth to see what the cells where, ha. found a sperm cell. he was just that awesome
I have fb friend requests from two random swedish brothers... Must have something to do with that hostel I stumbled into on mardi gras
we found his I.D. in the upstairs bathroom...under a towel in a hidden pile of snacks from her kitchen
She made a roadhead CD. Can I marry her?
You will never truly trust yourself until you have shaved your armpits, legs, and vagina in the dark.
I can feel your movements against the shared wall we are leaning up against. It makes me feel as though we are one. Queue Pocahontas song...
He awkwardly handed me plan b on Pickens Street... it was like a sketchy drug deal.
got a blowjob in the bar bathroom, got arrested for public intoxication, and found a big bag of weed on the ground on my walk home from the station. my friday night could have been a movie
I didn't rip your fishnets, WE ripped your fishnets.
I felt like I crashed a wedding. Everyone was dressed so nice and I was covered in actual dirt and a little blood.
Look, if it comes down to it, I’m spraying whipped cream on your nuts
We're hate flirting, damnit.
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