WOAH SHIT! That wasn't my girlfriend last night.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
operation harelip BJ is a go
I checked for jungle juice on Weight Watchers. they didn't have it.
I am the drunkest girl in the tree.
I'm in a trailer park. But I'm not scared. The virgin always lives.
i'm having flashbacks of crying and telling you i was made out of egg salad.
I went to the haunted house just to see her - Hello new fetish!
Too bad you can't keep me under your desk. You'd love that wouldn't you? Massages, blowjobs, and I'd be forced to be quiet all day.
Sorry if this is weird, but please don't have sex in my truck. I get to be the first...
I have a theory that years from now they will be with women who despise me because of what I trained their husbands to like.
I ate a hotdog off the ground last night.
i just told him to get ready, because I'm going to be taking out my anger over the Super Bowl out on his penis.
It's a little hazey but I think I tried to request Nelly last night. There was no dj. Not sure who I was talking to
You know you have a good math teacher when we're talkIng about mixture problems and no one gets it until he explains it by talking about mixing alcohol
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