I can't get out of the parking garage so now I'm staying downtown....Typical
I seriously love my fucking boobs. They are so boobs.
college "breaks" should be renamed "reminder why you left your hell hole of a life in the first place"
all i wanted to do was something grown up. like go to applebees and drink.
Three things I need a picture of: your friend, your bong, and your dick.
you got us kicked out of the restaurant for trying to pee in the trash can.
i just remember doing it on a pile of clothes while i heard the muffled sound of his friend laughing. then i realized we were in a closet.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
How do I tell my hairdresser I want a hair style I saw in a porn video?
I mean, he drove your car and it burst into flames, if anyone cant be trusted, it's him.
bring the pregnancy test and the margarita mix, see you in 15
I think clothing becomes optional at the second date! But you seem like a rule breaker
my boobs just made me lose a game of beer pong. the balls hit them, bounced off and into the cup. twice. ive never been so disappointed in them.
Come as you are, bitch. Glitter and vodka provided.
Every time I look at him 'Relax' by Frankie Goes to Hollywood plays in my head. Is that weird?
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