That was rough. We had a 50% puke rate and 100% still drunk rate at lunch
I totally understand Scottish logic. No underwear+skirt=great
try this...when you orgasm scream his address including city state and zip...
there is a polo shirt epidemic at this bar. also, im pretty sure i just saw the grown-up coppertone baby
I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
She's yelling about threesomes and realllly wants you to come over. Put the pieces together.
Check out this gay circle: I've now hooked up with my ex-boyfriend, my ex's ex-boyfriend, my ex's ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend, and most recently my ex's ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend's ex-fling.
Some guy in lab is humming along to a Sara Barrilles song. Or maybe I'm just hearing the song echoing in his huge, gaping vagina.
There's a time and a place for everything. Except for getting wasted at a work event, puking in the parking lot, and sleeping in your car overnight.
I tried to talk to him, but he didn't recognize me at first. I had to show him the top of my head and then he remembered.
They were so big her bra clasped in the front. Didn't even know those existed.
If you need us, Zoe and I will be on my kitchen floor drinking Gatorade and crying
Fuck him and his perfect arms, huge penis and relentless ability to ignore me.
I fucked her on her ex's Yankee sheets while she was wearing an Ortiz jersey...of course she gets to meet my mother
I couldn’t resist. He had a camouflage condom. You know I love a man in a uniform
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