There's a "art of the blow job" class in the city. We should go
Baby, I'm all set with that. That would be like trying to teach bruce lee how to kick someone in the head
apparently i peed in my fridge last night because my vegetable drawer was filled with it.
he doesn't care that i have a boyfriend so why should i?
logic in its finest
so if i die before i go back to school its because the thing we found in the hallway that i've been smoking out of is a crack pipe
this is probably the only time in my life that i would want to fuck thomas jefferson
Also, new rule: You are no longer allowed to send me a text with the word "dildo" in it before 10am.
I have no idea what to do about this. He has a power over me and I think its called his tongue.
Did I mention I should never take 5 Xanax and drink?
I sort of figured that out when I found you sitting on the roof of your house saying we could get in through the skylight while I called the locksmith.
Dude, we apparently put a washing machine drum in that back of your truck with the full intention of making a bonfire in it.
It's snowing in May and there was a law school party at the strip club. The end is near.
We just stood there eating chocolate chip pancakes, watching you sleep on the bathroom floor.
I'm watching Part of Your World now and I'm crying and I feel like I'm floating right along with her. This. This right here is some drunken Disney Magic
If you don't believe in my fighting skills, I don't know if we can be together
the awesomest thing about staying behind in our lame ass dorm room by myself during spring break: I've now nutted in 3 inconspicuous locations on your side of the room. brag to me again about how fucking awesome tahoe is you shithead. I dare you.
He has me blocked on facebook.... so I stalked him using my cats fan page.
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