He started to lick my mole,thinking it was my nipple.
i think im in love. he told me he doesnt care if i shave down there.
I'm on page 4.
Im on beer infinity
He won't talk to me. He'll only communicate using scissors
my purse only fit my wallet or the martini shaker. it wasnt even a question of which i was bringing.
All i remember is Liz dragging me home yelling at me, crying, and barfing
I'm the brains and you're the boobs of this operation.
Hostess is going out of business we'll never survive the apocalypse
Holy fucking shit the worst thing for a hangover ever--A FUCKING BOLLYWOOD MOVIE BLARING IN CLASS
Bro if you were a bird I would puke in your mouth right now
DOUBLE NIPPLE PIERCINGS ARE HORRIFYING
I'm tired of being known as the Great Giver Goddess of the Almighty Pity Bone.
I got wine drunk and bought a hedgehog.
I usually do that but weve been going unprotected with tribal fertility symbols painted above my door
I wasn’t trying to be creepy it just happened
I’m beginning to think that’s your defining personality trait.
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