i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
he invited me to an all week drinking party at his house. apparently he knows the key to my heart is booze shaped.
a guy in a toll booth on I-90 told me to fuck off for not being a red sox fan. i am going to miss massachusetts very much.
It starts with an S and ends with arah just gave me a bj.
I think my vagina is going to steal my keys and drive over there.
Hopefully she would park on my face.
drunk enough to drink jager bombs out of a bowl on the kitchen floor.
Dude id rather jerk off w a fist full of bee's than deal with that girl that never stops talking.
I would have gladly let him decapitate me with the way he was biting on my neck.
That guy drinking savagely was actually at his buddy's gay bachelor party in the male stripper section. He came over to the chicks side so we drank with him.
He had some sort of penis-related post traumatic stress disorder, but body shots seemed to wake him up
So which one of you fuckers changed my backgrounds while I was passed out to me holding a chicken like the statue of liberty?
I'm pretty sure I made out with a guy in a man thong.
while he was teaching, every time he said "wet" he would look at me, that's what you get for sleeping with the professor's assistant
He said I was doing well, so I stopped mid blow job to compliment his grammar. You could say I like intellectuals
He walked in wearing nothing but a WWF belt and yelled "THE CHAMP... IS... HEEERE!!!"
THEY HAVE BEEN GOING AT IT FOR 2 HOURS AND I HEAR THEM BANGING THIS IS BULLSHIT
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