I'm totally counting that party when he kept putting his hands down my pants as a date.
I'm outside your house...sorry I feel like I don't need formal invites anymore.
your suggestions for charades were, getting sucked into an aircraft turbine, getting raped by a dolphin, and having sex with a vacuum cleaner. you got your own, and actually used a vacuum cleaner as a prop.
Step 1: drink. 2: drink more. 3: go for it. 4a: success. 4b: drink more. 5. drink. 6. go for other girls. 7. drink more. Sound good?
I walked in and all four of you were covering your heads under the blanket singing waterslides in unison.
My love will cover her like lulu lemon yoga pants. Casually supportive and always complimenting your Ass.
Just casually ripping a bowl in the chicken coop, with the chickens. NBD
As long as you don't want to make a shrine out of my eyelashes It's all good
SUNS OUT COOCHY OUT
Fair warning: I will be throwing corn dogs at you every time I see you this week.
He came on my favorite pants. He is dead to me.
I got very very very high last night and bought a cotton candy machine on eBay
I think he fucked my hip out of place.
Lies! You took my virginity, and now my cigarettes!
The fact that a spice girls song is stuck in my head is a great sign that my decisions aren't the right ones at the moment...
Randomize
