i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
Managed to convince my mom that I had been home for 3 hours sleeping on the couch downstairs and this t-shirt was your dads. I am SUCH a fucking boss.
How am I suppose to fully love you when you cant even open up and try to fulfill my midget fantasy
We all have our weaknesses that drive us crazy. We happen to have one in common, 21 year olds. Your secrets safe. Touch his penis.
I will be naked everywhere
styled my pubes into a mustache as a surprise. Thought you should know
I have random bruises including my spine and visible bite marks on my neck. Thanksgiving car sex accomplished.
Why are your underwear on my dining room table?
No more margaritas for you. Also, tequila should be reclassified as a hallucinogen.
alll i remember is comming back downstairs, his pants were off and he was aplauding me
i think im in europe. pls send help
It's one of the few times I hit fuck it levels of not caring
I dunno that I'd be trusting enough of junkyard tequila to drink it.
My breath smells like dick and biscuits..
I just don’t understand what sort of USPS worker wants to take my unitard and sex toys.
Randomize