hell yes lets make some ravioli
He looks too sensitive, like he's going to write me a poem and cry after the first time we have sex.
you always know who the new freshman are on fb because theyre always wearing prom dresses
It's American, baby! There ain't nothin gross about America.
I kept calling his name while we were having sex cuz i was so proud that i remembered it.
i had confetti in my bra
i still find it in random places like a shoe or my car. that week haunts me
He ran around the party with a broken foot/ankle with a gallon of Malibu yelling "it must rain coconut"
2 reasons we need to wear those onesies to the bar more ofter 1) comfy as shit 2) we both still got laid\n\nHow can you resist that kinda night?
YOU ARE SO GOD DAMN LOUD AND YOU'RE SHAKING THE GOD DAMN HOUSE. FUCKING STOP.
The worst part was when I went to go spit it out and rinse my mouth, his grandpa was in the bathroom, so I had to fucking wait. It was awful. I finally ran to the kitchen and prayed his parents didn't come out of their room.
Watching a bear prancing around in a tiara is worth a loss of bar time.
I'm in Florida in a retirement community the fuck am I supposed to do but watch tv and disgrace Jesus
Cheyanne in woods. Ducks attacked. My toe is bleeding. We are gpsing our way home on foot. No worries
DO NOT FUCK YOUR ENGAGED GAY NEIGHBOR!
He wanted me to do the rubix cube. He thought it was hot.
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