I just wanted to let you know that if you dont tell me to stop texting i will still keep on trying, you matter to me
restraining order is on its way, crazy bitch
i kno its fucked up..but id rather sleep it off than seek medical attention right now
tequila makes my crab dance SOOOO much better
I could tell by the way he was holding my hand that he really liked you
You think they'd ask my permission before turning Pajamarama into an orgy. I saw too many of my friends dicks at once the door got kicked down.
i'm on the subway and being revisted by the ghosts of tequilas past.
Guess whose hungry like a hippo: this bitch.
We fucked like animals and then decided we actually liked each other so then we made love. It's a match made in heaven.
I am drinking fireball and apple juice out of a sippy cup like a fucking toddler.
Ive been high since the plane left the ground in Los Angeles and Ive been in Chicago. Right now, Im on a train headed towards downtown to go to an anime convention. At this point, I am just taking life as it comes, furries and all.
Not now. Out of camp chairs. Carving a new one with a chainsaw. Mushrooms are starting to kick and I gotta get this done NOW.
He just stopped me mid blow job so he could text his wife asking for TacoBell.
I just feel like if we dated, he'd just be crying the entire relationship
you know its getting late when the "nevers" are turning into "maybe"
I just want this to serve as a reminder in the morning that the topic of conversation at last call was the penis size of jesus.
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