Prereq for being on nyc prep: money, bitchy, and a lazy eye... if only you were rich
I'm like 99% sure I made out with Kevin Spacey last night. Not good.
she was talking at me constantly for like 20mins. i kept praying for a brain hernia but it kept not happening...
But don't worry I didn't actually get stitches, although according to the health center I probably should have
I drunken agreed to go wedding dress shopping with a stranger at the bar yesterday. She sent me an email asking what days I am free.
It doesn't matter how many beers you've had, it's unacceptable to piss in someone's helmet after a playoff win.
i dont remember how or why, but i now have 3 coupons for a free BJ from Anise stapled to my right arm.
You were all "think outside the box, inside the bag!" as you filled your camelback with beer.
It would have been nice to break the dry spell with nice, civilized, sober sex somewhere other than on my friend's couch.
He sent me a picture of his dick as a snake, I'd say things are going great.
Like I thought me shitting my pants was bad today... Then the election happened.
well i can officially check "have sex in a prius" off my bucket list...
I don't know what she did to me last night, but the scratches on my back indicate that I had sex with a Bengal tiger last night.
Why are we so out going and care free I can't wait for maturity to kick in so we stop having 700 dollar bar tabs
I just kept eating and watching him slide down the stairs head first
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