idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
he just told me about his fetish for rubbing grape jelly on his penis.
so we told my parents we were going trick or treating. got high as shit at some playground. and then bought our own candy so we looked legit when we got home.
how ive managed to spend 100$ at an open bar is beyond me.
Drinking in an igloo changes everything.
explain the missing patches of hair on my cat. now.
Just chased ups truck with a half wiped ass for you. You're making dinner tonight
just when i thought i had forgotten how badthe sex was he comes across campus solely to say hi
Basically, what i'm trying to say is, if you don't have something, excuse or gift, to satisfy my anger i am going to look you in the eye and piss on the floor.
Did you catch one of my beer pong balls in your cleavage or was that a dream?
Well, after emptying the contents of my stomach into a fucking rose bush, the only things moving through my digestive system are pills, coffee, and my own lip gloss. If that gives you any idea what kind of a day I'm having.
Her son walked into the middle of the living room, took off his diaper, shit on the floor, smiled at me, and walked out, as if nothing happened.
So date night went well?
I don't know what you're doing this morning, but obtaining Plan B is my number-one priority.
Tim is a child that you physically can't love because he makes it hard for you to even find anything redeeming about him so you debate leaving him forever at the gas station.
all I remember is them saying he had a big dick and the next thing I know I’m leaving with him
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