I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
The bouncer asked you what your sign was and u replied "syracuse"
We were confused who drove until we went outside and her cupholders were torn out of the dash and laying on the ground
u kept pointing at random guys and making quacking or mooing sounds.
it's a gatorade, cheez its, and regret kind of morning....
I would not wish his dick upon my worst enemy
Its what im here for. Critiquing penis photos.
I found out why they kept calling her "CD". It was short for "Crab Dip". You're fucked.
she cried into her fur with two handfuls of money- she was the physical manifestation of white girl problems
No, i will not have sex with him again. It felt like he was trying to bulldoze his way through me. My vagina is on strike.
A big dick and how quickly they respond to snapchat is all I look for in a guy
my night stand is a mini fridge, dont even try to get on my level of laziness.
just chugging fertility tea and vodka, no big deal.
I remember grabbing your ass. So firm. So right. I don't regret it.
i tried to break up pigeon sex because one looked too young to consent. fireball feminism ftw
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