i have a dinosaur tramp stamp
All I remember is taking a bath, puking in the bath water numerous times while trying to wash myself and I must of eventually given up
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
i promise ill be ok...btw im only considered "not ok" if i end up in the hospital.
I'm just gonna ignore the fact that I have no pants on and find a way home. A good one-nighter never goes back for his pants.
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
They ran out of ice at the party, so I fixed my drink with frozen broccoli....the show must go on!
in the future when you find clothing in your street, just assume it's mine.
The 4th is next week. If we don't get to a new level of high, we will be letting down George Washington.
He showed up at my front door with Plan B and a rose...
Remember that time we turned a can of Axe body spray into a flame thrower?
The only thing I know is that these arent my shoes and Aaron is missing and he has my house keys.
If they could bottle a hangover it would taste exactly like lemon lime Gatorade and failed hopes and dreams
he was Irish, I had to have sex with him.
I wish I had a tail.
Why?
...why not?
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