My sheets at my parents place are clean. No braveheart but I can paint myself, yell "freedom", and sword fight you with my cock. So come over.
Oh and I watched laurens last episode on the hills. its been an emotional day
she was a 2....and a legitimate 2. like, helen keller is a 1, this girl...2.
i wish that i had sketchier friends so that it would be easier to get drugs
the only reason why im excited to go home for break is to finally eat real fucking food and have normal bowel movements.
A few things for you to consider: 1. Drunk enough that I'm looking up the dictionary definition of Wish. 2. Dictionary.com has new features. 3. Windows is offering me 500 business cards for 5 bucks. 4. I've always wanted a card that says I'm a ninja
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
Question: does the slut gene come from the mother or the father? im trying to figure out who to blame.
An attempt at squeezing a tomato to make a bloody mary just says desperation all over it....
Does the room smell any better?
Yeah, i sprayed perfume. It smells like Victoria's Secret, if Victoria's secret was that she was homeless.
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
Who gives a hand job to a 19 yr old one night then the next lets a 31 year old random man fly a plane to town and pick u up and take u to dinner?
The bump on my forehead, i think, was from falling asleep at front door, on my knees, slumped over. But we played good music so what?
I started keeping track of my period when I realized you had a better grasp of it than me.
I turned on Elf, made myself a mojito, and am eating one of a sleeve of Ritz. You tell me if I wanna go out tonight.
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