Not sure what happened last night, but there are four mini bikes outside and some guy is wearing my shirt passed out in the breakfast nook. Won't be telling the grand kids about this one.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
She actually asked me 'is it in yet?' I deleted the vid.
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
She just did a bodyshot off herself. I don't care that it's only seven thirty, come pick her up.
Why is there blood and lettuce everywhere?
Just signed my boyfriend up on a dating website so I could officially have a reason to leave him for my hot neighbor.
They sext over her pic comments. Role playing as wolves.
Most awkward car ride ever. Kid in the front seat was bawling, 2 in the backseat were ready to fight, and I was giving the last kid a handie. This needs to stop happening to us.
I'm concerned I'll look like a hooker on new years eve in this outfit
There are different standards on new years eve. To look like a hooker you literally need to be giving a guy head on the street while he's handing you cash.
I'll have my hookups make my March Madness picks. Win my bracket, win my heart. That's how it works right?
You said that we all need to "head out like a boner through sweatpants and get fucked." Jager night was a success.
can i text him and be like "oh yeah, forgot i kinda made out with a girl this weekend. For future reference, does this count as cheating?" ?
I'm just waiting for the avalanche of beef.
Girl, we were harassing people from the top of a building. I don't know how I got down, but I'm eating chocolate cake in my kitchen. Sall good yo.
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