Its about making memories worth repressing
So I cleaned out my gym bag. Found half a bottle of malibu.
You know, I could pretend I'm shocked but what's the use?
After a certain point, you just want to make it work. Prove to yourself that you're smarter than the vibrator.
Every time you blow me I should make a paper crane and we'll make them into a chain and hang them from the ceiling. And then whenever we have people over and they ask what the cranes are for I'll say "reminders" and wink at you.
Either I spilled whiskey on my boobs last night or they are fermenting. Not concerned in the slightest
I cannot even describe to you the most amazing ass I have ever had the pleasure of seeing walk up the stairs in front of me just now.
Now I can't say for certain but I'm 90 percent are I bathed myself with dog shampoo last night
I find it fascinating that she'd be more comfortable with her mom finding out she submits dirty disney confessions on tumblr than about her secret email account she uses to chat with dutch and brazilian strangers.
The porch is breathing.
STAY OUT OF MY SHROOMS YOU CUNT
Call it slutty but I take pride in being a first round draft pick booty call. And I know I was first cause he texted me at 1030a
Also I'd apologize for texting you flipping my shit about the science of hair growth while I was shrooming last night but we know each other better than that
Um, It's tempting but I'm not into coke or farmers.
it was a hallmark card with butt plugs.
But at least i made friends with the nice lesbian cop. She knew i was her kind when she had to confiscate my rainbow/pride rolling papers.
My fuck it list is complete! I finally got a firefighter!
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