I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
forecast for tonight- shitshow with a chance of tbell
my version of bright and sunny.
He's getting better. i'm using GuitarHero to teach him how to finger me. My clit = the red tab.
Just used the D.E.N.N.I.S system successfully.
I am not one to point fingers but since it says your name "wuz here" next to the dick drawn on my stomach I am holding you personally responsible.
I'm still trying to decide if it's a complement when he said "I'd like to subscribe to your daddy issues".
Apparently I texted my high school english teacher asking her to tell me what logical fallacies she taught us three years ago.
Tomorrow's thirsty thursday is now sponsored by the three time champion, chemisty failure. celebration starts asap.
If you really wanted to hide the fact you were gay, you could have at least had the sense to not get drunk in the same bar as your bf.
We passed out in his car so I had to find a way to inconspiciously make my walk of shame back inside to go get my shit. To make things more difficult I had no pants and the whole neighborhood was awake
I don't care how much you're grieving a loss, masturbating off the side of a roof is not acceptable mourning behavior.
You went in the back with her.. And honestly I couldn't tell her neck from her tits man..
Remember when you tried to talk but you could only count by 2s?
i spent my Thursday drinking before noon and not wearing pants
u ever get horny for food. i ordered a bunch of crepes and its doin it 4 me
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