I want to see a picture of the girl worth ruining our relationship for
I'm like a rollypolly, I only open my legs up when I feel safe.
Henry's handball, Tiger Wood's Car Crash, Roger Federer losing ... That's it....I'm throwing my Gillete away
we turned dreidel into a drinking game. i kept landing on gimel. im glad we have 7 more nights of this
the guy next to me needed a pen, so I let him take one from my book bag. my panties are now being passed around the class...thank you for telling me you hid them in my bookbag.
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
Just found a "how to get laid" book on the dresser and am now a victim of method number 16 corollary 7.
they just named my boobs. Lefty is "Guenevere" and Righty is "I claim this boob for America"
I just blurted out "it's pretty tight isn't it"
We team puked and then made sex like wild monkeys. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.
And then he said "if you were planning on bird feeding me that's not ok"
He's pretty cool once you ignore the fact that he's trying to get into your pants
He didn't call me beautiful but he came in less than five minutes so same thing, right?
You declared your undying love to a drag queen, then proceeded to puke into the poor man's purse.
he stopped mid makeout and said "can I pray for you?"
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