Poopin on the sidewaaalllkkk. I wish my text told you that was a song
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
Getting wasted on top of a casino. My penis is so much higher than everyone else's right now.
I'm really not interested in hearing from him. Unless there is casual sex involved
I'm going to a foam party and gonna grind someones dick off hayy
You're right. Single life welcomed me back with open arms. It's like it knew it wasnt going to be long when I left.
if the future wants me to fuck him, then i guss i have to
You should imdb "mourning wood" to see what I'm doing with my $80,000 English degree today
And then she said "wanna make a vine of me twerking on the wall?"
I will expect an hourly check text to confirm you are alive and that you aren't dead in a ditch somewhere with a hobo dry humping your corpse
We need to make tonight low-budget
Is this your way of suggesting flasks?
I ripped off the screen and literally supermaned through my bedroom window. That wasted
It's best not to have your booty call on social media. So if they post stupid shit, you still want to fuck them.
Florida is balancing how much this place sucks with how many vodkas you can have to cope in order to still be allowed on the plane to leave
your marriage is hazardous to my nightlife
yea, mine too.
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