Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
so evidently yelling "gay" everytime your bf tells you how he feels is cause for breakup. news to me
And we started making out. She asked me to pick a number between 1 and 10. I said 6. She took me to her room. A few minutes later I wasnt a virgin. DUDE I WAS GOING TO SAY 2.
its a sex-hate relationship...no love involved
I've got 15 minutes to eat dinner and drink a 40. Four years of college has all been training for this moment.
Woke up with the note 'going outside. Ignore bloody spoon. Be back soon' taped to my forehead. Know anything about it?
you seemed to enjoy falling down hill
wow, never heard the last few months of my life put so succint
New low: falling asleep with my face in the toilet only to be awoken when my hand slid down and touched the water. It's moments like these I wish I could forget.
lesson learned. Never drop acid before a trip to the aquarium. Sounds awesome, is actually terrifying.
How weird would it be to ask your bro to 3d print your dick for me
Oh, and let me go get some popcorn, watching you make your own decisions should be quite the shitshow.
You threw up with such class too! Tiara and all.
Dont... please don't. Don't fuck him on his bean bag bed
she just kept straddling the railing to the stairs and shouting "come on Seabiscuit, lets win this for America."
We were dancing and then he pointed to the club floor and there was money that I dropped everywhere. That was the nicest thing someone has ever done for me.
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