love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
the bulge in his pants is not junk. its hair. trust.
And I wrote a rap so it was actually a productive afternoon minus not paying our bills.
I just left the house and 2 chicks are in the kitchen making breakfast. Might want to get up.
I'm up, no shirt, and staring at a breakfast casserole. Who are these girls?
remember what we learned. dont lure girls w/ food at the bar. u dont want those ones
he broke up with me while standing outside, half naked, waiting to fuck him. i feel like a leper right about now.
He showed up drunk to my cousions HS grad party, we stayed at the bars till 2, then he got up at 5 to run a half marathon and by the time I woke up wlhe was already back and drinking.
Come to me. Jacob is confessing his love and all I want is a hot dog. With chili. Not love.
Drinking vodka straight out of a beer bottle because I don't want to be judged. Not my best idea and not my worst.
Smoked Hookah in the playhouse last night. Childhood was so fun.
I feel like I'm laying on a pillow cloud. With little baby angel fingers between me and the cloud lifting me up. Singing hymns in my ear.
When was the last time you wore pants?
Time is relative.
And pants are optional.
I'm just gonna put on a documentary and throw up
Took my nervous poop earlier then expected it's gonna be a good day
my penis made a compromise with my morals
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