ISS teacher has a tramp stamp.
Shotgun.
You came on your own forehead. Just wanted to remind you that.
You can't break up with me and ask me for a handjob on the same day. At least not in that order.
Sounds good! I plan on writing a book entitled: I've Probably Done Cocaine In Your Bathroom. A tell-all by Lauren.
I woke up with flowers, a tiara & pasta salad in my bed. Tequila makes me act like a fat Disney princess
I remember halftime. Then I woke up in Spain. I need a drink in order to process this.
I wasn't an ass in college so much more like I showed my ass a lot especially during serious beerpong games. You know I don't fuck around when it comes to sports.
Our first kiss happened while shot gunning a hit from a gravity bong. Its that type of relationship.
He tried to stop traffic by waving his half eaten pizza at cars.... And we were stupid enough to cross .....??!!!
He was cheering for me from the end of the bar as I sloppily ate a Ruben sandwich. It made me feel really special.
Do you know this guy sitting in front of us? Asking for my vagina.
He started praying immediately after we hooked up, condom on and everything.
WHAT IS ALL THIS WATER BOTTLE FLIPPING NONSENSE? WHAT IS LIT?
YOUTHS.
He made me promise not to describe his penis in detail to you....oops.
Omg I just smoked and it was the end so I basically got resin and death, my throat feels like the twilight vampire description of their thirst for blood
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