party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
I told her the white crusty stuff on my boxers was frosting not cum. She seemed MORE grossed out then
you told him you liked to chip your nail polish to look like different countries. im gonna guess that no, you didn't sleep with him.
Dude you spent the last hour of the night in the bathroom crying, asking someone why you will never be as smart as Mr.Feeney from boy meets world.
when she asked me if it was possible to swim under north america i knew it was time to leave.
She compares her life to Teen Mom. She's 28.
I wish I could go about my daily activities with his dick inside me
You cleaned out the gashes in your leg from hopping that fence with that whipped cream vodka, didnt you?
the point of no return was when you "drugged" his drink with glitter. face-planting on his dick was beyond.
I heard him say "bet you won't", look over 10 seconds later and she's blowing him.....looked eloquent under the glow of a camp fire.
I dreamt of sea otters and your boobs. My two favorite things.
I'm going to be drunk and braless all weekend. Let the festivities begin!
He listens to me complain and in return I send him naked pictures. It's a win win situation
The bouncers found you passed out on the toilet. They tried to move you but you refused and repeatedly shouted that you wanted to go out like Elvis.
I miss all the tiny banana hammocks... When can I go back to ogling? I can do it from a lot farther than six feet without any complaints.
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