I just spent the last two hours on the phone with Emily trying to explain to her how to finger herself.
she just put all the cheese in the refrig to sleep.. and yes we did finish you bottle.
Why didn't you tell me that Dad was a registered sex offender?
We were going to tell you eventually, how'd you find out?
Our school resource officer showed us how to use Family Watchdog and pulled up his picture.
He just turned on a sound machine. I need to get the fuck out of here.
I told him I wanted to have sex to "halleluiah", he suggested the poke-rap.
The only word I understood in that whole setence was semen.
I also point out to everyone that she looks like DJ's gf on Roseanne.
I need to quit being a slut. It's to the point that I got my period today and automatically I Believe I Can Fly popped into my head.
This is stupid. I am not getting knocked up from fucking in his backseat behind a starbucks. I refuse.
Just saw our highschool guidance counselor at the bar and he's taken six shots in the last hour. Those teenagers have fucking hardened him.
Pretty sure when I woke up the next morning we were still fucking. It just didn't stop.
I just traded a couple nudes for pizza delivery. Call me lazy, easy, or an entrepreneur, but either way I'll have dominoes in 15 minutes.
I feel like my life just hangs in the balance of "Yeah I'm probably not doing this right"
using my tits for other peoples nudes hit me up business in the making
He did a backflip because drugs
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