party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
Got home. Hugged Mom. The look on her face indicated she noticed nipple rings.
there were staples in my comforter. what kind of sex did we even have?
I was just tagged in a picture with a bunch of people i don't know in a house i don't recognize wearing a purple cowboy hat and a boa...i hate tequila
He spent 6 hours at the ER after crashing a motorcycle and still came to the bar, Ofcourse I went home with him. He's my hero.
Like. I probably should fuck him. I owe him for breaking his thumb.
fat people need to stop using the handicapped bathroom stall so I can have sex in it. it's common logic
Omg, you would have loved the guy I almost hit with my car tonight
The only thing that got me through this hellish day was imagining a large Swedish penis inside of me.
What did your vagina DO during the nhl lockout?!
Americans.
I just need to stick to one night stands and delete social media
he just fluffed my hair and told me I had to dance with him because we were both gingers.
Fly, little bird! Repopulate the ginger race!
He was the highest I've ever seen. Almost had him convinced there are only three colors in the rainbow...
I was gonna respond but i couldnt figure out a way to rearrange 'fuck his brains out' to sound grammatically correct
Dude, the T Swift concert might not be so bad after all. Can you say milfs living vicariously through their teenage daughters? Score.
location: under the moon. please find me. need ride home.
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