I had a fork in my beer hand and just stabbed my tongue.
I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
then they high fived as they party boyed me. I was a policewoman sandwhich. I love you halloween.
if she leaves who will i have to secretly talk about behind thier back
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
She went into the basement and sang to my cat for three hours....she actually has a beautiful voice....
Still bad at ganbling. Still good at dringing.
I am actually insulted by the long string of ugly, fat girls he hooked up with after me.
We're trying to leave but amy's hitting on the guy who mans the nacho cart
Pulling over on the side of the road to set off fireworks was the worst idea you have ever had. I don't care if it was called a friendship pagoda.
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
It was awkward at first he now knows I fucked his little brother, they were both there. then the tequila kicked in and everything was fine.
Day 1 of the Fuck Your Ex weekend has been productive. Already boned Steph and we're both still glad we arnt together anymore.
Well I smoked some weird shit and I think I peed on my phone.
He played with my nipples while singing "How great thou art"
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