it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
I love Japanese schoolgirls with short skirts riding bikes on windy days.
You're never coming back, are you?
Just did a kegstand with my dad. Happy fathers day.
you were sitting on your bed looking out the window, rocking back and forth naked, saying how peaceful it looked outside
was i strangled at any point last night? or was his dick just that long
hold on, were in the kitchen painting a yellow brick road to my vagina on my leg with black light paint.
This weekend has taught me that sometimes, being buried under a mattress is the safest place in the room.
Malt liquor mondays...better in theory.
There is a special place in Hell for whichever one of you put Ben Gay on my dildo. It was a very uncomfortable April 1.
Oh and apparently something happened that was related to "THIS IS SPARTA" but no one will tell me what I did.
So I'm going to blame my boobs hurting on that.
We just got busted fucking in the hammock by his roommate...I'm so out of here as soon as hes asleep....
Take home message: SPERM IS EVIL AND SHOULD NEVER EVER EVER BE ALLOWED UP ONE'S NOSE.
And somehow i feel like your expectations will turn out to be illegal in some way.
i wish i could put you in a lil box, and keep you for when i need to be blown
I'm gonna ask his dad. Weed trumps broken heart any day.
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