i wouldnt be suprised if in indian your name meant "walking lie"
idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
headbutted the bartender, tried to bite the bouncer, and pissed on a cops shoes. and i still got laid. god, it's good to be home
all they had in the fridge was rum and filled water balloons
Also, we should really buy some bandaids. Right now I'm using toilet paper and scotch tape, but I don't really think that's sanitary.
We got back together. The pastures weren't greener on the other side, the dicks were just smaller
Im pretty sure you told the waiter at Dennys last night to take your pants off or show a nipple.
I just beer bonged. Soco and spite please get on my levvl my hair is in buns
got high to the hills theme song. FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN. no regrets.
You know, part of me wants to die and the other part of me doesn't want to live
I don't know if I want to fuck him or punch him in the face.
Of course I'm going to see her again. She had waterproof handcuffs in her shower.
I just want him to get into an accident where he's horribly disfigured but otherwise fine so he's not so freaking handsome
I've run into almost every guy I've ever slept with today. It's like they know just how horny I am.
Remember how I was complaining about how no guy has ever gotten me off?
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