"You squeeze, we tiip biiiiiig" JB
Um don't talk to me about fat. I just used my chip bag to cover up all my candy wrappers in the garbage.
we were so high we made up an elaborate backstory because we were paranoid about going into the wig shop w/o being serious wig shoppers
failed my one goal of the day: wake up before 2 pm.
Like... Chilling at home with a movie, hang out? Or have sexual intercourse in the backseat if his car, hang out?
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
fun fact #6 about tuesday nights: giving head with two 40s taped to your hands is not as easy as you would think
He went down on me while I had rollers in my hair. I've never felt more like a lady.
Way to ruin everything
I am drinking jager with a cat, your argument is invalid
Teeth make me feel like a dinosaur. Can you feel yours?
Multiple bruises and a hell of a headache later, I have still to find out where the fuck I picked up the bottom half of a mannequin.
He broke the bed, AND shit in the closet. What a way to lose his virginity. What a night.
Bring me your tired, your weary, your buffalo chicken dip
leads to pukin, then cryin, then 24hr masturbatin binge, then cryin again and finally a combination of all 3
Let's just say, I will never again lick an asshole.
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