I just googled dawgpound, shoulda seen that pornsite coming
WAKE UP. GET ME THE PILL. AND SAVE MY LIFE
then we talked for a little and he asked my last name which since I have yet to get a fb request I'm 95% sure its for a restraining order
Ps. The strap-on in the pic i sent you last night was not mine. Just wanted to clear that up.
How long is a courtesy make out supposed to last??
drunk enough to drink jager bombs out of a bowl on the kitchen floor.
i decided i'll just settle for a gay guy who can manage to fuck me like the straight guys do. but here i go again, talking about my dream man.
Next sat night Titanic party. Bring your floaties, trashy necklaces, and a large lung capacity. This ship is going downnnnnnn.
Invite that kid who wants to become a priest. I WANT ON.
Nothing says "we're never gonna bone" like "nice haircut, it makes you look like my cousin"
I can't decide which is better: the sex, or remembering that I have ice cream in the freezer after he left
If I had an Australian accent I'd be unstoppable. Teach me how you talk
if people come over to pregame will you hide my Oreos?
I'm shrooming way too hard to deal with your bullshit at this particular point in time
I would offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals..
Randomize
