i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
i've counted 4 condom wrappers but only 3 condoms. not again.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
You kept buying everyone Washington apple shots, and telling us we needed to support local produce.
I'm so horny
I have no idea who this is, but I'm up for a lecture on self-respect
Went to anytime fitness at 3:34 am drunk after the the bar and getting whataburger. Lifted weights with my cheeseburger between my knees. That's called DEDICATION.
Let's enter the circle of trust. Are we there yet? Ok. If I somehow hypothetically slept with Amandas ex husband...on a scale of one to ten...how bad is that?
I'm sitting next to a ginger. She is decked out in olive green. Gingers fucking love olive green.
My month off booze swimsuit season diet plan is working well. Plus I'm learning so much about my house, did you know a girl named Meagan lives here?
I can not be a lesbian living on Beaverland.
I didn't know what to say so I just sent him a chicken emoji
And I must've sleep walked to the fridge cause when I woke up, there I was, balls deep in a fudge pop.
We fucked like animals on that lion king beanbag chair that your mom got you for your 10th bday
Straight up last night my mom was like josh you need to find a job that doesn't include the selling or transporting of drugs
One minute we're singing Wagon Wheel, and the next you're belly dancing in a trash bag on the beer pong table
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