I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
i can't believe he got me to come over to him by waving a natty light at me.
I don't know which is a more impressive stolen object. The couch from a sheer logistical viewpoint, or the parking meter because i'm pretty sure that's a federal offence.
Can we ask the Hungry Howie's guy to pick up some blunt wraps on the way over?
Ya well my good-girl image was pretty much blown when he found out I'm going to jail soon.
koolaid chicken. i marinated it for 2 hours and roasted it on a rock in a fire. it was bright blue and raw. but that shit was tasty
he fed me chocolate as I gave him a handjob. I felt like a princess.
I'm sorry I did drugs then got really loud and bitchy at your party and judged your choice in one night stands.
I haven't been motivated enough for a shirt. And only half the day was bra-worthy.
She tackled him mid-puke while the other two were cutting up a $60 dildo with a kitchen knife and putting the pieces in a Corona bottle.
I just found 20 dollars in my vibrator box. Was it a drunken sign to myself to get more?
He snorted adderall on my table. I have a feeling he's not trying to buy me flowers
...is this motivational speaking, or sexting? It's getting hard to tell.
She drank my rum. I had sex in her bed and didn't wash the sheets. We're even.
She's got a shotglass necklace, running down the street asking people to "fill her up". Get here.
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