so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
I am pretty sure the guy in the stall two dwn from me is jerking it...seriously
i was shrooming and she was sobbing. i was trying to be sympathetic, but i could see the veins working like worms under her skin. and then her face stripped down to the muscle.
what was she crying about?
i wanna say it was the lack of skin on her face but maybe she lost her job.
Pooping in your heated bathroom to the sound of rain and instrumental guitar might be the greatest experience ever.
his internet history is a lot of porn, how to make a hovercraft and side-effects of jacking off too much
im walking the streets of bville with a bag of cat food..looking for my car. i dont ever want to turn 21 again.
wanna hang out tonight and remember it?
I am not saying a eulogy for your vibrator.
His dad asked what he was doing so he texted his FATHER a picture of me wearing his shirt in his bed.
because drunk making out is frowned upon in museums i think
I'm in the power napping at parties stage of my life
Woke up with a $50 attached to my penis with a rubber band..
Sweet. Tell little Richard to buy us a sack and a pizza.
Your vagina is like Nancy Drew lately.
It's obvious you're hotter. You've been doing a married guy for almost 2 years.
I want you to defile me in my childhood bed.
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