we're blogging at a bar
The plants looked thirsty. Growing plants need mimosas too.
then you put baby powder on the bottom of your feet and walked to your room so "ladies would follow the footprints"
Sitting here wishing there were men in my life.
me too. too bad ive decided to fill that hole with cookie dough, closing the door to future men one fat cell at a time.
i remember you telling me to take a shower, brush my teeth, go get back in bed w her, and "just do what i was born to do." and as soon as i stopped yacking i did just that. you saved my birthday.
I'd rate him "doable" on a scale from "ew, run" to "you should've already fucked him".
That's about an "8" on normal scales.
I literally just got propositioned by a sugar daddy.
OUR DREAMS ARE BEING REALIZED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
This little shit keeps eating the playdoh so i replaced the green with wasabi from work. Wonder what his parents are gonna think when he burns his soft palette?
Chilling. The soap was talking at one point if I rememeber right...
Dude just bought the table 3 bottles of champaign and broke one on the floor as his "signature" and he makes me want this recession hit harder
I just told the joker that my vagina is the bat cave and he needs to infiltrate it.
Naked. naked and bneed help.
My butt remains clenched, sir.
You coming to give me head and eat tacos?
We have massive handle of kettle and a rack of hi life
That's the happiest ive ever been at 7:48 am....
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