Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
I really love her but I don't think I can go the rest of my life without anal.
she took out her dip, threw up, and put it back in. it was like a scene from Nick and Nora's trip to the trailer park.
I can't tell whether I'm throwing up blood or licorice.
wouldnt it be awesome if walks of shame were like charity walks...you could get sponsors and shit and donate money to curing STDs or cancer
Thank God. You really dodged a small penis there.
look for us when you get to the club. we're the guys wearing snorkels.
It must be illegal for me to be this drunk in front of this many children
You were force feeding yourself jello and you kept repeating, "I will not surrender"
Most people would probably take his lack of responses as a queue to stop. But nope, not me. I just keep going. And that's why I don't have a bf, just a little weinered friend
My head is just one big fuzz right now.. Its like someone replaced my brain with a teddy bear
The last thing I remember is him yelling from across the room "WE FINISHED THE HANDLE!"
It was 11pm.
I did not have sex with him because he had a puppy…finding out he had a husky pup waiting back at home was just an unexpected plus
I'm 99% sure I just flashed my dad with my vagina. So that's the new low now.
he walked off and puked in the sand. then he made a sand castle over it so that "it wouldn't upset the kids"
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