Just proof I should've brought the airhorn with me to class.
When she talks to me all I hear are 5 generations of inbreeding speaking.
and by clear my head i mean get drunk and cry myself into oblivion.
Except if I'm having sex. In which case you're in the bed with us or out of the room. No halfsie participation.
The strip club incident sums up our friendship pretty well
I'm at the bar, forgot my pants. Everyone's over reacting
I think I have to break up with him. I just cried, not moaned, screamed, etc, cried, with tears of sadness and disappointment when I came.
I think if wine wasn't a thing I'd give up on life.
Okay, tomorrow we'll have a day of life-sorting and plasma-selling.
Just had a med school interview with that doctor I fucked in college. He remembered. Asked if I still have my nipple rings. Overall, I think it went well.
I was just drinking but now I'm drinking and chasing with red bull. I call this "getting ready for work"
Validation I posted a good pic? The lonely fuckboys send out the booty call signal. Of course I answered the call; Gotham needs its hero.
as a self proclaimed hoe im ok with a lotta things but that is not fucking one of them
I apparently ooze single. The second I left his house after break up sex five of my old booty calls text me
We left Waffle House and he took off running five miles down the road saying we were "training for the Olympics." And I mean, I couldn't leave him out there like that...
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