I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
For a day that started with shitting my pants, things turned out fairly well.
This is the last time I call a hotel to see if you or some random guy paid for the room last night.
Stalkers don't have time for showers...it's a full time job
Tis a story best told in person, it involves a golf course, police and vomit
It usually does with you
literally overdrew my bank account at 3 in the morning to eat subway with 7 sherriffs.
At least my fat-chick-ratio has not been that bad this semester ...
no one is here. wer drinking in the beer garden in the dark and we stole a bucket of blue paint off the sidewalk. now her legs are blue.
No. I'm wrapped up in my sheets like a burrito. Carry me
Nothing like moscato in your sinuses tobmake your night complete
He goes "sorry was at the gym. Some of us workout " and I wanted to text him back and go "well some of us do occasional drugs so we don't have to"
It was going very smoothly until she noticed my boner of hope.
I tried to find an emoji but none convey my excitement for receiving good sex soon
She's astronaut crazy. She will wear Depends and drive 12 hrs non-stop if you swipe right.
Challenge accepted
i'll explain later but cookie monster is playing the xylophone
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