He asked about stds. I told him I don't have any... which I don't. They are now called sti's. Whooopsie
god, a vagina is an amazing trump card
opening your purse in class to grab a pen only to find dollar bills and pink fuzzy handcuffs instead...that's a cool feeling
just thinking about him makes my vagina shudder.
Dudes got a Polo tattoo. I don't care if he has a yacht I can't handle that level of gay.
I'm already at the bar. It's 2 PM. Help
I woke up pulling sunflower seeds out of my vagina. That kind of night.
You got the whole drunk bus to sing, "In The Jungle" while conducting with your glowsticks.
Boobs are also good for catching the vodka gummy bears that miss my mouth
Did you fuck him in my garden last night?
That WOULD explain the dirt in my vagina
Oh by "being festive" I mean make tacos for dinner.
Things that don't wash off in the shower: black eyes and hickies.
That's probably why white girls drink so much espresso. Piledriving coke and vodka crans takes a fucking toll man
there's no judgement here...i was recently just fingered in my dorm hallway while having a conversation with 5 people.
I just spent 45 minutes and a really well-put together Power Point trying to convince her to use my dog as baby Jesus in her church's play.
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