i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
I can't believe I'm wasting this thong on a guy in a sweater vest.
I think it was the chocolate body paint and awesome blowjob that finally made us official.
it's fine if we fail the bar, we were never going to satisfy the moral character requirement anyway
You were passed out on the chair and when I asked you if you were okay you looked up and said "I'm fine, I was just pretending for a picture" then passed out again.
I pretty much just threw a bunch of clothes and my vodka in a bag..idk where I'm gonna end up tonight but I'm prepared.
I have to think about this realistically and not with my vagina.
I feel a bullet train of disappointment headed in your direction.
We passed my parents while I was giving him road head...that awkward
Come get me we have a petting zoo to throw up in.
Just saw a dude dressed as captain america driving down the highway. He saluted me.
If blow jobs were a super power she'd be in the Justice League.
I ran into a wall that clearly had things popping out. My eyebrow was bruised, both arms, the bottom of my foot. Lost half of my finger nail, my fake eyelash was stuck in my hair and I have about 47 blurry pictures of a half naked zombie DJ.
I want your attention. I want your attention in the form of your penis inside my vagina.
He wants to play improv games now whenever he gets drunk. Sometimes I just do not have the energy for that kind of a thing
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