Call it a failed empirical study as to whether drugs would make her more interesting. or at least better in bed.
my mom walked in on me smoking weed alone, listening to the eagles, and just staring at the river. she totally knew.
I'm surrounded by too many unhungover people.
I'll put it this way. My grandkids felt that fuck.
I will never swim in a flooded basement again..
was i strangled at any point last night? or was his dick just that long
Ok that kid was ether gay or 12 with a beard.
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
I have to have sex on a bidet. I'm not sure what kind, but it's reason #4 for an Italian vacation!
2015 is a year for health and mental stability and alas we are not yet there so yolo
You can't talk like Dr. Evil to me five minutes after the greatest orgasm of my life.
I like your optimism Chelsea but I'm not about getting my salad tossed
Keep two things coming: nudes and puppy pictures
There are way too many people I have fucked in this class for this not to be awkward
This may be the most redneck thing I've ever said, but I know all there is to know about farting dogs
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