I feel like i just miscarried Jesus's baby...
Turns out I'm a social drinker... I just happen to be REALLY social.
so i just googled the prescription for aldara i saw on your desk this morning...
I just sold a pizza for the ability to listen to spice girls.
My mom said I should get that 'not fucking anybody' problem fixed.
I also would have accepted most things ending in "job", erotic favors, and food.
I feel like his dick looks like a decorative autumn squash.
Valuable lesson learned: if you reach the point where you have to talk yourself in to finishing the last half of your beer, you shouldn't try.
What's his name?? He crossfits 6 times a week, works in finance & is into the occasional felony class drug. His name is irrelevant in order to know if I wanna bone him again.
i think we watched the dark knight rises after you left but i might have passed out through most of it. I remember crying at the end though. sad tears then happy tears.
Just broke into a house and crawled through a window. Upside: getting laid.
I'm ready to run through the streets naked yelling "HES ALIVE!"
No, I'm not a weirdo, I keep bondage straps under my matress like a normal person, not a diary.
He told me to keep watching the Grammys and then went down on me.. I think I'm in love.
woke up and you werent here...its ok if we're never going to speak again but my furry hand cuffs are missing and i would like them back. thanks.
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