yeh she's definitely getting a ham and plan b omelette in the morning
hell no. last time, i couldn't pee straight for a week.
it's like doing a sit-up... but, you're inside someone
My mom said that if she can come this weekend, she'll buy the weed.
So hungover. They actually hid easter eggs around me.
I let a guy with dreads drive my car, then demanded he take me back cause I don't let strangers drive my car, while repeatedly apologizing for being a cock block.
It's not meant to be. I also just shot a turkey baster of gin into Nate's eye, so....
It's like all my brain cells are screaming at me.
I'm dying.
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
I just had to beg some random guy to help me climb through your porch window since the door was locked. FYI...i hear you having sex in there. You could of at least taken a break to unlock the damn door. WTF!!!
I know how vodka works Grace. I'm drunk, not stupid.
See, I'm just thinking of how...angular my room is. You probably would have sustained brain damage
That jawline could fucking have its way with me.
I'm laying backwards. On the stairs. Eating carrots. And drinking from a captain Morgan bottle.
Sex was followed by homemade breadsticks. I waited till after the breadsticks were gone to tell her i had a gf.
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