this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
You had a beer at 10:30 this morning?
Ya, I didn't have any Tylenol.
the pool opens at 11. by 1115 the ambulance had been called.
The more my room-mate speaks, the more I notice that she was home schooled.
I am dripping wet and slathered in glitter and banana mush. I love gay guys.
He ended up letting us go, I think he just felt sorry for us. It's the only time that my night's gotten worse after I've taken my pants off.
Things I have that belong to you: shorts, headband, bra, purse, chinese food, vodka, and blood on my jeans. Happy homecoming.
How many of my tattoos need to be visible for an outfit to be considered "see-through"?
Go forth my little lesbian, get your gayme on
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
Yeah, this is not that. This is a father and son bonding moment involving my all of my orifices.
Woke up with a 22 year old with the number for a different girl written on my stomach, almost 30 can suck my dick I still got this shit
I told him no rough stuff and he immediately bit my ass. Who the fuck does that?
I am going to bedazzle the shit out of your Basilisk costume.
Randomize
