Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
that was the first time i tried it. why is it all sticky? its like somebody threw a glue bottle at my face.
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
she added emergen-c to the bong-water bro, brilliant.
That's right. If she can't abide by the rules then she gets booted. It's like survivor booty call edition
The doctor told me if I woke up with a broken foot and don't know how it happened, I might want to look into getting treatment.
ME TOO. Am adrunk madr out qith. White guy. Guy de white. Blanco chico. Chico de blanco
Am I the only one that feels like there are hundreds of tiny people having a rave and stomping and kicking around inside my head this morning?
We spent a good 10 minutes in the morning looking for my clothes. I ended up taking the bus home in my 6inch heels and his baggy t-shirt. The bus was filled with kids... one of them whistled at me.
I think he just tried to put your boyfriend in a trashcan....
Well, my mom found the ball gag and whip. Looks like I'm never going home again.
Thanks for letting me cross "getting high at park with children" off my bucket list
summer in europe = liver of steel
I accept that challenge.
I'm good. But Nutella doesn't taste as good as it used to.
Well, I like big penises but it's not like he walks around with it out or anything so yes I think he has beautiful eyes
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