She is in my trunk
just went home with some hot chick. she has posters of the jonas brothers in her room. i basically ran out of the house.
That's the great thing about NY, if you pee your dress you have an entire cab ride to air dry your panties before the next club.
I woke up next to her this morning and couldn't remember her name. Luckily, she had written it on my hand so that I could add her on facebook.
All you kept saying was "my dick ALWAYS causes problems".
I dont think punching her boob is the type of reverse psychology that will get her to blow you.
And I know a few people wouldnt want to even be around high people. Which is sad. But jet packs are cool.
The last thing I said to him last night before telling him he couldn't give me a kiss goodnight was pointing at his dick then at me and saying "this isn't working out"
Woke up the day after the party with a bruise on my stomach. Pretty sure my liver was trying to escape for fear of it's life.
hey, being drunk and dumb is my thing. Don't take that away from me.
My vag is like the Sahara
Ew that's gross.
The sad truth. Barren and empty.
Quick question—how good are you at digging holes? I mean, besides the one you've dug for yourself. asking for a friend
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
I'm like the total package- I don't want a relationship and I have daddy issues. What more could he want?
I don't wanna see it, I don't wanna touch it, I just want it in me.
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