Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
my ultimate dream in life is to have sperm so powerful that it will rival that of jim bob duggar.
I just queefed in yoga class and now the old man next to me is smiling at me.
Clearly I made an impression.
Or at least your vagina did.
I'm terrified to sleep next to her. Of course the sex will be fuckng awesome.
Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.
Why do I feel like the only way for this trip to end is alcohol poisoning?
I want to know him. He looks like he makes really good breakfast burritos.
he asked if i wanted their team name to be " Amandas angels" or " Fuk budies" either way an intermural softball team of all my hook ups from spring semester is just depressing. convenient but depressing
I was all over the place but at every locale you would pop out of nowhere and hand me a huge drink and say "HAMMERED"
I am the fairy godmother of the drink.
My entire summer has consisted of being too drunk for this shit, too sober for this shit, or too hungover for this shit.
We discussed how many times we've passed out during sex. The answers may shock you.
What color nail polish screams, "Either fuck me or get the hell out of my way"?
What can I say, like your penis. The fact that I like the person attached to it helps too
IF THE SUNS NOT EVEN OUT THEN WHY IS HIS DICK OUT WTF
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