I just woke up in the back of his van. Bring me a sunkist.
I can already tell this is gonna be one of those parties where we sit across the room and text about people.
he told me my hair look so beautiful and as he was stroking it his fingers got caught in my BUMPIT. How are you supposed to explain that one?
I can't right now...you know Sunday night is whn I get drunk and do laundry.
please stop yelling "ITS NARNIAAAAAAAAA" out of our window at the lone person walking home in the snow
he tried to catch his projectile vomit...then went back to beer pong
It was that same situation where "cuddling on the floor" was actually just code for "rough shameful hate sex" hahaha.
HES DOING PULLUPS BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
In the mean time, I'll continue to kick ass at running and become a successful stripper while he might hook up with one average looking girl he met at a club. I so win.
She's on her period. You don't know what fear is.
I think the biggest problem with being overhigh is when the kitchen was on fire and I was pointing and laughing and eating rootbeer oreos like it was fucking Ozzfest 2000
It reeks of weed and poor life decisions in here
It feels so wrong having a picture of my tits next to a picture of my daughter.
Really I don't care what we're doing or watching. Your penis spends way too much time outside of my body.
Want ramen today?
I need a salad
SALAD DOESNT WARM YOUR HEART AND BELLY
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