dont worry your back hair reminds me of angel wings
tuesday night obama will do an address about the oil spill at 8... it'll only be about 15 minutes... but i think thats plenty of time for a drinking game. key words "oil" "bp" and "responsibility"?
Fuck yes. Let's make bingo cards.
we've had sex 4 times and he still refers to me as 'the chick in my chem class'
my favorite part of the night was when I was in the bathroom frantically trying to get my cat whiskers and nose off to make hooking up less awkward
So he ended up throwing a watermelon that he stole from the cafeteria saying "if i cant have it no one can" of the 5th floor.
And on the subject of embracing my inner whore, I had two different dicks in my mouth yesterday. Friend, it's official. I'm completely outta control.
Just found out I called my mom at six in the morning to ask where the bong was. I win.
I give you full permission to fuck a rando on my air mattress.
She pushed me over. She offered me a shot from her tits. We're good now
Pants off. Spirits lifted.
I have to confess something, I may or may not have knocked on your window at 2:30 am while balancing on some guys hands. We found tequila.
I lost my flask somewhere between dancing shirtless to The Spice Girls and walking around Wawa opening/eating things and putting them back.
Just opened up the freezer to find chocolate penis popsicles. Too hungover for this shit
He called me at 4 a.m. and wanted me to drive him to McDonald's then drop him off at home. It wasn't even a booty call, it was a fucking chauffeur call.
conclusion from last night: i should wear boob glitter more often
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