Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
i googled "where to have sex in disneyland." i found nothing.
She kept calling me her DD, which I assumed meant designated driver, so I was confused because I don't even have a car. Found out later it means designated dick. It's what her and her friends use as code for the guy they want to hook up with at the end of the night. I feel so used.
you made wolf sounds and yelled "team me" the entire movie
I feel like i made up for not being able to drink on St Pattys Day, Mardi Gras, and last years Cinco De Mayo. That hungover.
Tried to bribe the bartender with wedding cake. Felt bad for not giving her a tip.
Ask him about a girl named Meg then give a disappointed and disapproving face.
No, i will not have sex with him again. It felt like he was trying to bulldoze his way through me. My vagina is on strike.
Apparently he proposed after he saw me chug vodka out of a traffic cone.
I am so juiced up on period drugs and coffee I feel like my skin is going to fall off.
Ive been thinking this might sound random.. But we need a piano in our house next year specifically for railing chicks on it.
Cockoligist
Yes, one may refer to me as that.
I should make business cards.
The number of times I have seen your cock and the number of times I have wanted to see your cock are different!
I'd rather not be labeled as that girl who came over, drank a bunch of their alcohol, woke up the 5 year old, broke shit and left
Dilemas of the modern woman: deciding whether or not to write on your ex's wall for his birthday. This is serious.
Randomize
