I don't think the people up for their 8am class were as impressed with how many beads i got last night as we were.
My boobs grew. They knew we were going to vegas.
threw up in the library. i should be embarrassed, but i'm willing to bet that i'm one of the first so i'm kinda proud.
I mean, once you help another girl drunker than you zip her jeans you can't help but be friends after that
I'm stoned entirely off resin. Licking my blankets. Merry Christmas. Jesus died for our sins. Yay Jesus. I love you.
Apparently I told the girl smoking was terrible for her, and then requested it in my mouth.
Of course it was necessary for me to call the strip club and ask what their shower policy is. Smelled like she was wiping her ass with my eyebrows during that dollar dance.
It's 2:30 on a Friday afternoon. It's snowing and must be about 20 degrees outside. I'm sitting in this class with 300 people using up every ounce of energy and willpower not to puke all over the girl in front of me. This has got to stop.
I'm afraid you are becoming too bourgeois with your switch from boxed wine to bottled.
it's a drink the shower water kind of morning ...
Literally got mad at him this morning because we didn't have time to have sex for a third time. I think I'm getting greedy.
still can't believe dude took a personal call while he was balls deep in my mouth.
Rock bottom: having sex rejected while your boyfriend talks in his sleep as you stuff your face with Girl Scout cookies
I made a bucket list last night. Number 5: Will marry a wizard.
Everytime I give him head I make him rub my back. Teamwork at it's finest.
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