Since my computer broke, i've been masterbating to girls gone wild. I feel like i'm in the 90's.
she refuses to pay for the plan b and so do i. it's the most dangerous game of chicken i've ever been involved in. but i have my pride.
Idk what else to talk about besides you paying for half of my vaginaplasty.
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
You were so drunk you decided to go out of the car window instead of using the door, once you realized what you had just done you said fuck it and went back in through the window
We stared down the barrel of pure insanity, took more and the electric elephant god rewarded our fearlessness by giving me golden skulls and naked women crawling out of the walls. I love acid
somehow he and i always have our deepest conversations after phone sex.
Thanks for not locking your door. I had to pee and there was a random person throwing up in my bathroom so I used yours. \nPS I stole your soap
All I know is that I woke up in a soccer players' dorm, and he said that I kept telling him my mouth was a "net for his balls" last night at the bar..
some how during sex we caught an ENTIRE pillow on fire. A WHOLE PILLOW.
Major life highlight, she said my dick taste like coffee.
Spending the night with him made me realize that stupid people both irritate and fascinate me, so I'd say it equaled itself out.
I'm at that point in my life where keeping an extra pair of underwear in my purse is normal.
I didn't know I was invited to an orgy.
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
Randomize
