Black lace...the rest is up to ur imagination
I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
I think about you every night.
I'm sorry.
Everything we own is covered in grass and KY
should I fuck that poor girl
no dude she won't be able to afford a fucking abortion
But like now everytime I pee I just think... wow I had sex with him on this toilet.
The liquor store manager told us to drink responsible as we checked out and we laughed to his face. Like we're buying karkov at noon, responsibility is out of the question
in fingerprint form on my ass. Seriously not cool. \ni bruiiiseeee like a delicate fruiiiitttt. Heeeaaarrr the rythymmm
she's traveling up the coast with her camera and a stash of pot cookies eating food from different campuses. said she slept in a closet 2 states away last nite... of course I'm interested
This is the I'm sorry text for running around yelling don't shit on my rainbow, end up in the fetal position crying at 4 am in my car because someone shit on my rainbow
he told me he had a dream that he laid his head in my lap and silently gazed up at me. WHY AM I ALWAYS THE DUDE IN RELATIONSHIPS
I hid a TracFone in her bra. We'll find her tomorrow.
His front door was open but I INSISTED on army crawling FOOT FIRST under the garage door. Then I peed the bed.
Oh btw, ur tongue should count as a second cock it's that good
I'm fine. Heading home now...crying. Michael Bolton totally understands me!
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