It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
Did he leave or is he still there?
He left right away, I might have passed out. I saw your text and was like who left where? Then the oh shit feeling sunk in, hangover starting now.
rubbing her clit was like playing thumb war
tan lines, throwing up everclear on the beach, doing lifeguards, tequila...summer.
I have no idea. Next thing I know we're all down on one knee saying the pledge of allegiance and then singing I'm Proud to be an American. Then Trevor ate pizza off the sidewalk.
what the fuck a piece of candy corn just came out of her nose
on the way home I asked you what exit we get off at and your answer was "just like the goldfish"
Caught in the act of lying. Lipstick literally all over his dick. He tried to make some story about darkwing duck or some shit but failed to realize he is a complete moron.
Consider it an appointment to improve my blow job capabilities.
It isn't possible and the very mindfuck of that concept gives me a lady boner.
So I have been told that I licked your eyebrows last night
That's pretty intense. There aren't many people I would pick over a burrito
Which sister was it? The one I accidentally hit when my shoe flew off or the one I ate candy off of when we were high?
have fuck
*fun
actually forget it have a fuck too it'll do you good
There's a big ass bed, hella ecstasy, and I can guarantee you'll regret every second that you remember.
Randomize
