I need to talk to you about an important matter involving lesbians.
i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled "dibs!"...
if it were possible I'd exchange my vagina for a diff one on the black market.
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
I left puerto rico a week ago and my vagina still smells like coconut.
There is no way I am paying you $5 apiece for pot brownies you found behind a dumpster. $2, maybe.
Almost to my house to grab beer. And pants.
Meanwhile she's getting her law degree and I'm dropping Cool Ranch Doritos down my bra because I'm laying down eating on the couch
I just connected with one of your drug dealers on LinkedIn.
Like its not even midnight and I've already had enough of her for all of 2015
Dude she smelled like bar-b-que sauce. I can't think of anything better.
If the world ends and i have no vodka please just kill me.
I literally have anal toys soaking in the bathroom sink and dinner on the stove. If that doesn't scream "domestic goddess", I don't know what the fuck does.
I woke up on the green space outside our dorm cradling a watermelon and sucking my thumb. College is crazy man.
I plan on getting so intoxicated, that I think it's MY own birthday
Can I play this game?
Randomize
