we're blogging at a bar
I think that we as people have rights and that we should at the very least be warned before being subjected to Fergie
xbox live and facebook are tricking me into believing I actually have an active social life
he suggested i make a website called "cum on molly's face", to "start off my acting career"
My poo smells like dog food. That's how I know it was a good night.
I have bruises on my ass from her spurs. God bless Texas.
They glued all of the ceiling tiles shut.
oh my god. you caused complete remodeling to a college campus that you don't even go to
This makes me miss penis. Not in a horny way... but in a sad, sentimental way.
I'm thinking he has to buy me dinner at least twice before i even start considering casting him for "Fuck buddy - understudy."
Well I blew a guy I barely know in full view of a homeless camp. That's pretty tame for me.
I'm like a magical alcohol dispenser. I pulled this kahlua out of my vagina.
I knew it was a bad night when the only thing I could remember was you force feeding me tortilla chips as I hugged the tire of my car and begged to have my stomach pumped.
Do you remember lying across two tables saying 'go away I'm trying to pull' to me, Sollie and Sean?
I just quit my job so I could get dick this weekend. I'm pretty sure my need for dick is much more important than the customers' needs.
I was so drunk last night I asked a rando at the bar to take a picture with me cause I thought he was in the band
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