He started to lick my mole,thinking it was my nipple.
home. puking in laundry basket.
He showed up to fuck me at the same time the pizza guy did. It was like everything I needed just showed up at my stoop.
Help. All alone. Room is. Changing colors. Dance party 2010, but without dancing.
Im making gravy in a lace bra and jeans. Just call me the southwern wet dream
Walk back down Church toward Mass Ave. Take a right and head for the guy in a kilt on top of the really tall unicycle. C u soon!
Using the random money I found in my bra from Halloween to pay to print my bio notes. I only brought a debit to the bar. College win.
the last thing i remember was the norwegian kid tacking a bag of wine to the ceiling, then boom! shower drain.
Should I go sleeveless of strapless?
Hmmm, it doesn't matter. You're gonna be topless by the end of it.
You let someone poor beer into my mouth off of a balcony. Best friend test failed.
Haahahahahahhaaa
I just want the relationship Bob and Linda Belcher have- is that too much to ask?!
Like either my tits got bigger or I've succumbed to Trumps tiny hand syndrome
Got arrested last night. My cell mate just added me on Facebook.
I JUST PETTED A FUCKING SQUIRREL. A SQUIRREL.
now whenever i pass that house all i can think about is how i pooped in their yard..
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