I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
I mean, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.
You said, "can you make out with him for a little bit, I need a break."
I may be new to bar life, but full on grabbing my vag shouldn't happen...anywhere.
drunk waterpark is besst waterpark.
I could seriously attempt to try and saw my head in half with a butter knife cause im pretty sure it could not hurt any more than it already does
Well, when he's back from China he's probably gonna be pissed I used the spare key he gave me to prove to everyone I'm fucking an NBA player. We took all his booze too.
In a weird way, I don't want to stalk him on Facebook. I want to find out what's wrong with him the old-fashioned way. Is this what it means to be romantic?
I don't know if I want to live in a world where i can't fuck an exes brother.
I went in the closet and cried, then the bathroom and cried, and lastly he showed me his penis and I cried. It was a weird night.
Someone with the Instagram name "hymenbreaker" just liked a photo of me and my grandma. I feel ashamed.
I thought I'd never say this, but if I had to choose between these cookies and sex, it would be these cookies
sex on acid sucks though, i want to connect with the universe not your dick.
Are you alive? Cause this is my official "im actually alive" text.
When we were fucking he called me by his moms name then after we were done told me to call him. He's not receiving a call... What if his mom picks up?
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