i literally laid in bad for an hour last night thinking of what i'm going to name my cats when i become a cat lady.
you had "tips for anal sex" in your google search history this morning. how was your sunday night?
I'm going to start telling people I'm a sophomore so they stop asking me about college and what I want to do with my life
I'm way to drunk for this play. I'm about to run up on stage and drop the main character
I still can't believe you had sex with someone who willingly went by Peaches.
I've made a list of places I want to have sex this summer. #1: Reptile House at the zoo.
The bed I'm sleeping in has a headboard only handcuffs could love. I'm gonna pick up a local dude and wreck that.
After everything you did, you followed it with "Oh God, that's something a high person would do. But I'm not high." So yeah, you're not getting near my stash again.
I'm worried about your health. And your boobs. Actually, health, then boobs. Health first, boobs second. And third.
One more sleep until playoffs, Canucks are back this year, you bet your ass I'm going to uphold the tradition of being the 90 lb girl that fights every hairy ass Bruins fan at BWW.
Guy just walked in with a 40 and a Honda steering wheel. Where the fuck am I?
I'm not saying I'm planning to hook up tomorrow but I'm also not saying I'm unprepared for it
I will literally have glitter in my crotch for weeks.
It wasn't as awesome as they lead everyone to believe. No stripper. Ran out of booze. The chipmunk. He was real.
How many weight watcher activity points do you think sex is worth?
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