puked in the new hous. now it's officially home.
Nothing kills the mood more than a jesus song.
if my spotter knew I was listening to the Wicked soundtrack on my iPod, I wouldn't even be mad if he dropped the barbell on my throat
just threw all of the fireworks into the bonfire. thats why there are firetrucks.
we came up with a wnba drinking game. take a shot every play that you could've done better. won't make it through 1st quartar
I'm pretty sure I have a cold now from having sex on the hood of my car in the rain. Worth it? Absolutely.
i was like his sober eyes girls would come up to us, show us theirs and if approved by me blew him, if rejected they went to my truck with a bottle of patron
I am the slutty bisexual glue that holds this friendship group together.
I hope you realize that its not me making that decision, but rather the combination of my genitals and sexual orientation
new costume idea. paint swatches and a ball gag... I'll be 50 shades of grey.
I felt that there wouldn't be enough planB and forgiveness to go around
please let it be arousing that I used numbers to figure out how well I'd give you head
The CEO is on this whole 'what do you do with your spare time?' kick. Umm... get drunk and have sex in bar parking lots.
three of my fingers are bleeding and the only thing on my phone rn is a google search of 'Allison Janney'
Plus we had to have sex before the game because there is a good chance we won’t be speaking for the rest of the week. #ironbowl
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