she was left over bi-product, like the hotdog of the human race
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
It started as a joke and ended with a trip to the emergency room, a broken macbook and a gigantic hole in the concrete of my driveway.
To say the least, now you know you're a proper lady, passing a field sobriety test in heels...
all 3 of us brought blondes home last night. all 3 are passed out. we're gonna switch rooms and see how long until one of them notices.
he literaly had a hockey helmet on and was swan diving off the couch onto the coffee table.
Freshman ate returning to campus. Let Operation Slut Storm commence.
We're high and this subject came up and I'd like a female opinion: if you were a dude, what would you do if a girl tried to give you a foot job?
Bud light lime after 12 shots of vladdy is like frolickin in a meadow of sweet flavor
When you wake up so hungover that you don't even wanna cough for fear of vomiting... It's not gunna be a good day.
You may want to re-read your sent texts from last night. You were texting me about your "fire shits" spelled 6 different ways between 3 and 5:30 AM.
Best part of Friday afternoon drinking? Having ping pong balls thrown into my cleavage.
this dude, we had a connection. he kept smiling at me. it's like he knew i was gonna facebook stalk the fuck out of him
he told me to take care of him and then he asked me to walk him to his hotel. I already have a pussy. I don't need another one
I refuse to fake an orgasm. If I'm dating him, he better work for that shit.
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