The child next door sounds like he's having vigorous sex in the backyard and it's making me very, very uncomfortable. I don't want to look.
I'm at the store buying plan b and vodka
the cocktail of hope
you pissed in a zip-loc bag and wanted 60 dollars for it
so i had a hang over on saturday and i stayed in the shower for 4 hours, then crawled out, skimpered to my bed, and some kid i didnt know was sleeping in it
Changed it back. Somehow I didn't think my profile pic should be me shirtless on ecstasy, ya know?
She crushed my hand with the box spring last time, so it's all good.
In case any of you were wondering, kyle is alive. He also intends to do the same thing tommorow night and the night after.Goodnight everyone
It was ths the worst 15 minutes of my life. . . It was like fucking a warm stick of butter.
Throwing up in his bed is not a step up in your relationship
mate, my mother watched me threw up out of my nose wearing only a g-string.
I'm responsible for my client's overall well-being. Which is terrifying coming from someone that can't stop masturbating and eats leftover pizza just about everyday.
Im rolling face in a pizzeria. I want to be with people who love me.
I want to put in my resignation as an adult. From now on I will be spending my time drinking beer and skiing.
i keep replaying things i did last night. and remembering new things. and its a constant cycle of torture
She moaned the name on my fake id during sex, that or she's cheating on me with someone named Victor
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