another moral hangover. fuck.
I don't know where I am, but its a Goosebumps novel waiting to happen.
If one more person calls me a lesbian I am going to have to give you head in public.
shouldve known this week was gonna be bad when I threw up in my coffee mug
You walked in with a firecracker and a doughnut then demonstrated what a lazy job he did fucking you
at one point he was caressing me in the kitchen asking me my name over and over again and then asking what my favorite continent was
Agreed. And i highly doubt it could be awkward. You do remember our introduction was a direct result of you mentioning your affinity for my genitals, right?
She came back in her actual cheerleader uniform. Made a bad bj tolerable.
Most men with as many freckles as you aren't vagina magnets. You are an exception to your kind.
I showed up to a booty-call in my onesie pajamas and rubber boots
I think the paper my teacher just handed back to me had one of his pubes on it, I'm way too hungover for this
He held the kayak still so I wouldn't tip over while projectile vomiting. If that ain't true love, I don't know what is...
I can't base my relationships off of good dick and dogs.
I think I'll shower sitting down. That seems safe.
We have ur drink. Mom passed out in the bathroom. I'm goin to the other bathroom. Bs at the top of the stairs on way outside.
Randomize
