We discussed our relationship status. We're dating exclusively. And the conversation was followed by him saying "C'mon baby, let's make you orgasm!" .....I'm gonna marry him.
I don't have the urge to be a home-wrecker with these two. I think I've grown, don't you?
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
Have invented new cocktail. Any flavor of crystal light and vodka. I call it "I am going to die alone"
My lips are sealed. Both pairs.
First memory of my senior year: Going into registration still drunk from last night.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
He was literally going down on me and giving me a foot rub AT THE SAME TIME. What more can I ask for?
There's a kid in the back of the class drinking out of a flask. Like what is going on?
NOW HE'S DRINKING OUT OF A HANDLE. WHO IS THIS KID?
IF I CANT STRIP TO SANTA BABY THEN WHY EVEN HAVE CHRISTMAS.
I opened my bookbag to put my laptop in and I found two granola bars and a pregnancy test. I am clearly prepared for life
Just remember that no one else gets to suck his dick but you, feel honored. It's like the Olympic torch of life is being passed off to you and it's your time to run
It got weird the panthers lost and we started throwing wings at one another
Wearing my one sleeve dress...thought you'd like to know I shaved ONE armpit lol
Officially not baby mama #3. Celebration is in order.
Randomize
