if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
all we ever talk about is how much i like your dick or my drug problem.
I just realized I've stolen a hat from every guy I fucked. Except the last one. Maybe there is hope for me.
I was masturbating with the shower head and someone flushed the other toilet. Pretty sure I have 3rd degree burns on my clit.
before we even ate breakfast we'd found an eighth of weed in some old purse she never uses. it was gone by lunch
Sometimes familiar penis is best. Its like comfort food for your vagina.
This ER has an aquarium in it!!!
What is soo wrong about a house of half-naked people hugging each other and laughing?
The pinata full of drugs?
Also, I have your check. Also, still wanna drop acid?
There is a severe lack of banging on that itinerary... I'd like a revision on my desk within the hour
I just drank beer out of an old Vicodin bottle hoping to catch some residue. That's how finals week is going
I kinda wanna drive through the Gator bar parking lot and seeing if my panties are on they ground, they should be right next to my pride...
YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOUR VAGINA
Apparently karate chopping the fronts off all the paper towel and soap dispensers in the bathrooms isn't even frowned upon. Like even at the third bar when I fell flat on my back trying to jump kick the last one some guy just helped me up and high fived me. America.
We never leave a bad bitch behind. its a party foul..we'll find you somehow
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