its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
at least 'blackout me' had enough sense to take the puke covered duvet off the comforter.
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
I have no idea. Next thing I know we're all down on one knee saying the pledge of allegiance and then singing I'm Proud to be an American. Then Trevor ate pizza off the sidewalk.
he was holding his dick in one hand and my boob in the other and i looked down and thought, this is my life
I'm single as of 11 minutes ago. I was the chick who drunkenly tried to climb into bed with you 2 weeks ago. Wanna make this happen?
I have no idea what to do about this. He has a power over me and I think its called his tongue.
I have to stop envisioning penises as dragons.
I think I threw my underwear away at What-A-Burger last night.
She just causally held my limp dick in her hand the entire movie. Her parents were cuddling on the couch too..that brave!
The problem with having sex on the couch is that your blanket ends up in the laundry and you're left cold on the couch the next day.
He posted a picture from Senor Frogs. I don't remember where that bikini came from and my sombrero is PERPENDICULAR. Safe to say it was one hell of a day
No he can't come. I swear to gods he's "Why We Can't Have Nice Things" given physical form.
Well I'm over here squandering a fabulous hair day and radiant complexion
If those panties could talk.
"Once upon a time, Jenny got chlamydia from a magician. The end."
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