so today in my theology class we brought up the proper way to have sex. so rough sex was said by the teacher...I said I know a girl that likes to be choked. sorry but everyone knew it was you
just had to sit in the middle of an aisle in stop and shop because we're too hungover and needed to take a break.
He wouldn't give me a cup of water for my bong so i sat in the drive thru to run up the timer until he gave it to me.
But seriously, I hug most of my drug dealers.
I just want to have normal problems like what kind of puppy to get, or should I pay a hooker to fuck Scott, or even a dilemma about fucking Twizzlers. I don't know.
i keep replaying things i did last night. and remembering new things. and its a constant cycle of torture
Im part way to drunk.
Kinda suprised you didn't immediately ask about the lesbian ghosts tho
He fucked my brains out then fed me cheese and peanut butter. I might be in love.
Bank just called....we left my debit card in the ATM last night.
The first thing my Christmas gift money is buying is a dildo.
I'm not too sure what happened last night, but by the looks of it, we must have gotten drunk with zebras.
I knew the bike rally would be fun when I saw "male pole dancing" on the schedule
I just punched myself in the vagina to prove a point. Please pray for me.
You just sent a mass text asking if anyone ever drank the blood of a goat in the glorious name of Satan...after that we confiscated any writing utensil
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