Trimmed my pubes and broke your paper shredder. Separate events.
It was still light ouot when we were walking up Pier Ave and she kept asking if she could suck my nipples.
Think about all of the events that have led to this: me sitting in the back of my classroom drinking beer out of a taco bell cup, telling the teacher I have to leave early to go to an AA meeting.
oh great, iTunes now thinks im gay.
Couldn't get it up. She asked me what she was doing wrong. Didn't have the heart to tell her. I appreciated her willingness to adapt, but she's pretty much gonna look that bad her whole life.
If by "in control" you mean him showing-up to work wasted, calling a customer a "fuckstick," and getting fired on the spot? Then yes, he is.
Maybe you should start carrying pepper spray. You are like the Justin Bieber of lesbians.
I yelled kanye while he was fucking me. It just felt right
I deserve to be covered in dicks
He told me I'm a small core of pure evil wrapped up in sweetness, gold, and puppies. He gets me.
That is beautiful
In another note. Thanks for making me get a vibrator. For real.
10 shots in she's sitting on the floor using the open dishwasher door as a plate to eat her "life giving" pizza.
You could at least care enough to fake an orgasm for me.
My life is a random series of events connected only by bottles of Seagram's 7
Shame - the story of my life.
Randomize
