And then she said we stopped for a train and i tried crawling out the back window.. again, i dont remember this.
so i used to love airports for the escalators... now its the bars... then the escalators after the bars
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
After all you put him through, I think it was only right that you saluted the bartender when you left.
thats what you get for writing a paper after liquor pitchers
its only a rough draft.
Theres an amvulance here. It might be for me
Who is he, asking me if im dtf without a question mark
...
The only thought that went through my head was "that would be an absolute disaster" so of course I said yes
It's just weird. It's like Big Bird dating Meg Griffin.
Children cease to be precious when they crap their shorts in the pool I exercise at.
I told you, I'm taking a sledgehammer to your walls. Fuck your walls.
I'm Batman.
It feels like the devil is humping my brain with his razor sharp erection.
my grandpa paid for my boob job but he just doesn't know it.
...and now I welcome the sweet embrace of death.
That’s true love. If they recognize a chocolate mold of your anus.
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