just sold my soul for a pack of cigaroos. little do they know they got the short end of the deal. suckers.
I have one thing to say: spongebath.
I wish that wasn't all you had to say. And by that, I mean I wish you hadn't said that at all.
I forgot to tell you the best part. The folded up paper he wrote his number on opened up to be a picture of him when he was younger wearing a Columbia tshirt in front of NASA and in pen said his name and "space consultant."
in mid cry she says "I can be a whore if I want to"
i think i was tempted to text while we were making out. like i remember holding my phone up behind his head and just staring at it.
You tried to sled down the middle of the street. In. Your. Coat. Of course you are bruised.
So I craigslisted sugar daddies and I'm pretty sure I found us one if you can pretend to be asian.
My favorite bartender added me on Facebook. Now he can clearly see how under 21 I am
I'm doing blow on my fuzzy rug
Come join me
No, seriously, I've slept with 3 guys this month.
It's ok, February is a short month
I realized I used a copy of a biography of JFK as pillow last night...
Happy Fourth.
There are five fire trucks here and needless to say my booty call left so come back home whenever you like
We could put on there: "Drink jager bombs and do stupid shit faster, with more energy!"
This is it. This is the birthday cake that gets me laid.
so is it socially acceptable to send her an "i got my man back you whore" card?
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