Went to gas station for smokes. three cops pulled in. got gas i didn't need. found diff gas station.
good choice.
shes wearing a jean skirt, its frayed. i got this
there's no toilet paper. I'm using wheat bread.
you were eating the carrots out of my guinea pig's cage and saying that you needed them more than they ever would.
We met at my place after separate parties but the condom wrapper was red with hearts and said love. Does that count as a romantic date?
all i remeber is falling off a fence and banging him in the middle of the street, not sure which one gave me this cut
No, he's fine. He only wanted to know why there were traffic pylons in the living room and how the peanut butter got on the ceiling.
No I'm done finals, but I'm not coming home until these hickeys are gone.
i saw the poster for your lost tequila... what a shame
I think the multiple Sunday morning sirens outside my window are a plot by the cops to get back at me for the shit we pulled last night. Or I should move to a better area.
I just kept screaming "I'm fucking a preacher's son!" Also, this water tastes like weed.
I whispered "you're doing a great Job" when he was fucking me. Then high fived him.
He also needs to focus on not being such a little bitch, but that's none of my business.
FUUUCK. sunburned vagina. this is the worst day ever. i'm not leaving my room until it peels.
are you really asking me this. do you KNOW how many times i masturbate in a day? yeah. wrong person to ask about romance.
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