i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
elementary school lunch room party. everyone brings their own lunch and can trade stuff. all juice is booze.
i wish that i had sketchier friends so that it would be easier to get drugs
It was romantic. He brought over a bottle of Jack to celebrate us becoming official on Facebook. Definitely a story for the grandkids.
I just negotiated a blow job for an interview.
It was at that moment that I realized I was alone. Alone and drunk on an Epcot ride.
Woke up with my foot jammed into a VCR
you covered his dog in toothpaste. safe to say hes not gonna call you.
I never thought I'd say this but my vagina is taking a serious break for awhile
When he saw my tits he said "wow you should be proud.
then she lifted her dress, tweaked her own nipples, and then ordered another round for everyone. this place is wild at 9pm.
If so I'm coming over there. There's no way I'm having "hello, how are you" conversations with my neighbors on acid
She was on top, but I lost her at "alright, you look like predator."
There's a possibility I may have hooked up with that British guy...
Possibility? You left the door open! Everyone saw!
I I was gonna wake him up with a blow job but I don't know how he would feel about it.
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