I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
Going to get tested monday. You're coming with. Bonding time, slut style.
No jewlry, no bra, and no pen. I couldnt be more prepared for a friday morning class.
Just shaved my vagina. It's been so long I forgot what it looked like. You need to come over right now.
I probably wouldn't hook up with him if I had to deal with more than his penis. i think cumulatively we are up to a minute of actual conversation this week.
I don't care. He smelled like a fucking chilli cookoff
If it's not soft enough to fuck on, then we're not getting the new rug.
The strippers from this weekend suck at words with friends
I fake pass out to avoid hookups sometimes. Last night I fake slept on my bathroom floor for like 2 hours before the guy left.
She thought that based on the way she feels that she got drugged last night, but come on, her turn on word is hello, who needs to drug that??
isnt this the same guy you hooked up with on his birthday and he then asked, "you were at me birthday?" the next time you were together?
I've never been so embarrassed. It's like waking up as Fred Durst.
If I get over there and the april fools joke is that there's no HBO, I'm setting fire to the place.
I should not be allowed to reproduce. The world doesn't need my sarcastic asshole demon spawn in child form
Oh man I knew I took that Molly too soon, talkin to some Scottish people lol but don’t like rollin in pizza restaurants.
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