Have fun fixing the bed from last night Bob Villa.
At least you didn't call me Brittany this time
you blew your rape whistle in his face every time he got near a girl till he left the party...
they were fucking between cars in the parking lot and everyone was cheering at them.
Joe decreed the livingroom and the hallway up to the burn mark his kingdom. I think this is the point of 'stage an intervention'
And at least you didn't have a dinner of Ranch Pringles and Double Stuff Oreos. I forgot that part of being single.
I smell like gasoline and adventure.
FYI, Sammie and I made the executive decision that we're getting a pet octopus and keeping it in the ballpit. Just thought you should know.
I took shrooms last night.. For a good half hour I genuinely believed I was black and being held captive by a leaf. Never again.
You could become Eskimo brothers with my dad. How can you pass that up? You pussy.
come over we're fb stalking guys who were dressed as bananas last night because i can't remember which one i blew
I don't know what's worse the fact that I woke up with a clit piercing or the fact that I didn't pay for it.
All I need is $1,500, a beach ready body, a bigger dick & this will be the best spring break ever.
Worst case: you're extra horny, have no control of your mouth or actions, and maybe murder someone. Child's play.
He wanted to save my dignity, I just wanted beads and jäger
she stuffed her marc jacobs purse full of cereal
classy
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