This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
Hey kate, how is it?
sloppy...it's emily. kate just tried to do a keg stand. they dropped her. we're leaving.
Look I'm sorry I shaved your cat, but get over it.
I've developed breathing exercises to keep myself from puking..
i was driving around baked, windows down jamming to third eye blind and eating grapes for 35 minutes before i remembered why i left my house
My month off booze swimsuit season diet plan is working well. Plus I'm learning so much about my house, did you know a girl named Meagan lives here?
She was grinding on him and then she was eating a Big Mac. Who the hell brings a Big Mac to the club?
5 hours of volunteer work playing with puppies and banned from the frat I hate most as 'punishment'... Besides the ER trip, I'm not seeing the bad in this situation
I've got enough liquor to do one of two things on Friday: 1.) Drink myself into a coma or 2.) lay in bed a drunk and cry lonely mess. Happy Valentines Day.
I gave him a blowjob to kill bill. 2 of my favorite things.
My vagina needs a break, I had to ice it with a beer bottle last night.
i think im in europe. pls send help
I'll be honest, this year's Vegas trip will be nothing short of disappointing if there's no repeat of the angry ménage a trios in a closet.
I need to get some goddam control over my hormones
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