He belongs with you like a mcdonalds playground belongs in Chernobyl
I wish sober me loved running as much as drunk me...
there is potential here for me to have a consistent access to someone's dick who isn't actually an asshole. i think i'm ready for a relationship.
Just saw a porn entitled "Nad Biter". Redheads are now forever out of the picture.
just got home. some guy on my porch is tryin to show me his balls. no more parties at my apartment.
This weekend has taught me that sometimes, being buried under a mattress is the safest place in the room.
Eating a grilled cheese at a strip club... good idea??
Oh, also as a concerning side note, my bra had drops of blood on it. So I don't know what the deal was, but someone I was around was definitely bleeding a decent amount.
I'm getting drunk by myself again. But I'm not shotgunning any of them. That's self-restraint, right?
He keeps asking the karaoke guy to play let it go from frozen so he can sing it in a falsetto
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
Death by dick. An honorable death. Put a picture of his dick in the photo collage at my funeral.
not sure what stings more, my ass or my pride...
i dont believe you. i want proof. if you end up at a hospital send me a pic.
Instead of going to my moms birthday party I went over and gave him head. I should win non girlfriend of the year award
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