love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
He asked me to sit on his face, but i didnt, for 2 reasons, one, i had just pooped like 20 mins before sex, and two, this could be my future husband. so i skipped on sitting.
There were penises being pulled out everywhere.
I'm on a no morals kick. That'll be 3 girls in 24 hours....ending 2011 with a bang
I got drunken sympathy for the whales' plight last night and signed up to give $50 monthly to Greenpeace. Calling to cancel was worse than the hangover.
Hear that? That's the wail of a dying whale. Murderer.
I told you in the isle if you get the one that vibrates that I masturbating with it. Your fault.
Bullshit. You owe me a toothbrush.
At what point did you realize I was getting blown under the table during our dominos game?
I bought something for you today. You'll love it.
What is it? Drugs?
My Canadian brought me three bottles of maple syrup, a sunflower, and a pair of Oakleys back to the states...he's either drunk or he loves me
Everyone was soo nice and genuine.. Then again it coulda just been the drugs.
If I was banging all the guys that people think I am, I'd quit buying batteries.
How my distance relationship is going: he's trying to sext me & I'm stuffing pizza in my face.
sex on a trampoline, in the rain, on ecstasy, just thought you should know.
her nickname was handjob. I knew what i was getting into.
Randomize
