I think we need to take a brake
What upsets me the most about that is that you spelt it 'brake'
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.
Just got done shaving my balls. You were right.
well i did feel guilty about it. until i saw how hot the guy was the next day. now, nothing but pride.
This got awkward about two "Oh yeah"s ago.
just went trash diving in my work clothes for weed. A&E's intervention here i come.
Taking jello shots out of a big bowl from a measuring spoon. holla atcha boy.
dude she snuck out while I was still sleeping then was banging on the door 10 minutes later cuz her car was brokedown. how was I suppose to recognize her??
You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
What color are my eyes?
Ummmm... 34 C?
Emergency! LinkedIn connected me to a hotornot hookup from sophomore year... slutty phase sphere has officially invaded grown up professional sphere. My illusions of interweb sexual anonymity have been exploded.
When I say I took advantage of you when you were drunk, I mean that I convinced you to let me paint cute little panda bears on all of your toenails.
Figured out how I got so much alcohol in my hair: tried to drink my drink using my cleavage as a cup holder. Missed my drink hole and got it all in my hair
I'n not even sure we went out, but I know we broke into a cemetery.
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