so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
problem. drunk. stepbrother hitting on me again. help.
Living right is spending a lot of time in someone's ass
he proceeded to punch 3 mailboxes in a row and when i asked him why, he said "because they were talking shit"... i need a new boyfriend. and a new life.
No it wasn't her, this girl had both hands.
we were boning in the bathroom when her boyfriend came upstairs. I wish i could remember what happened next more clearly, because it had to have been hilarious
As per my father's affair, married men are no longer off limits.
I hope you don't have to start the day explaining to me how you failed to turn "Can I practice my belly dancing in your apartment" into all night sex.
I want to name my colorful bowl Batman. Why? I still have yet to figure it out. But I'm calling it Batman.
Do you think if i wear this shirt with my bengals boxers this kid will fall out of love with me a little bit because that's what I was going for.
My move is emasculating men with my superior intellect and it's not as charming when they can't see my huge rack.
I'd date him. I'd date the fucking shit out of him.
Once someone takes a shit in your toilet they are no longer a guest.
He just looks like he'd be good in bed. He looks like he has a lot of anger built up in him and all I'm saying is that if he took out on my vagina I'm cool with that
On a scale of one to ten how bad is it that the first cardio I've done in months is jogging to the bars?
I'll just go with dedication.
Randomize
