better yet, through the bookshelves. like an intellectual glory hole
Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
That girl you went home with last night was dressed in a bright blue sweats at the bar. 205lb Smurffete FTL. Boy were you in epic form.
we had a 10 minute conversation with his family about how I don't let him eat me out. I want to go home
thankjk goddddn taco bell uis open htis lateee!
you do know it's eleven in the afternoon, right?
I'm off the liquor
You're forefathers are ashamed of you. They didn't struggle to make it to America so that you could become a soft dick
i told him I'd let him eat part of a weed cookie out of my cleavage, so he pulled over like a gentleman.
Ok let me just clear up this blowjob thing first so we can talk about your grandpa
I don't go out. I live in my room watching Bridget Jones and thanking my vibrator for existing.
I remember grabbing your ass. So firm. So right. I don't regret it.
He tried to buy me a drink at dollar beer night. All 3 of his credit cards were declined, so he asked me if I could cover it. Needless to say, I'm not calling him back.
I'm tripping pretty hard right now but every time a Volvo drives by I feel like everything is gonna be alright
THEY'RE TEXTING LIKE MIDDLE AGED SOCCER MOMS WHAT DO I DO
This whole Rob and Chyna drama is giving me trust issues. I'm about to text my ex and be like if you haven't already deleted my nudes, can you?
I can't be sure but I think I slept with a clown last night...
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