If facebook stalking was a job I would totally pown it
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.
I didn't join FB to see my only child straddle that boy in all her pictures.
so looking at the guys i've dated i feel my vag is a halfway house
i lost my life and panties somewhere between the 15th and 16th round of slap the bag.
Halloween 2010: the NuvaRing girls. You're Thursday. We'll walk into the party chanting "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Everydaaay".
You kept referring to your penis as "this guy."
I don't even want to talk about it, I'm traumatized. Even the dog knew to take advantage of the most intoxicated girl at the party...
Osama's death just kick started our Cinco de mayo celebration. Margaritas for anyone wearing red white and blue!
You lit a fire in my vagina no man can extinguish.
I buy a new bowl every time I get a new guy. It's retail therapy.
Do him. As soon as possible and as often as possible. That's what Oprah would say
Would you paint my ceiling for oral sex?
i ate pretzels. i might be the first human to be hospitalized from pretzels. that's how bad this is.
You start to question your morals when you wake up at 430 and there's three people naked...that you don't no
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