I smell stomach acid.
i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
Just walk through the Honors dorm on a Saturday night. You'll feel better about yourself.
i don't remember but I assumed it was bad when I woke up with directions from his house to mine already pulled up on my phone
There are walks of shame and then there are walks of what the hell is wrong with you.
oh but the power of the cock will take you to places you never been..i flew to hawaii once to sleep witha chick
Bad news is I found gravy in my nightstand again.
I haven't had nearly enough lesbian experiences to fully commit to this relationship.
Your place is a magnet for either righteous parties or crippling alcohol dependency. Lets find out which together
Sometimes the gods of alcohol choose to take you on a mysterious journey and you just have to go with it
Says the girl who left her friends to go have phone sex in the bathroom at Michael's
just woke up on my patio with a mouse eating cheetos off mys chest. youre all assholes.
Ok you had this coming you put a sponsored filter on a dick pic
In my defense, the second lapdance I gave was because of a dare.
Randomize
