I'm not crazy, I only keep calling you cause you won't pick up.
some random kid just walked into our apartment with two cases... I don't know who he is but I like him
It's just like riding a horse. A very tall, gay horse.
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
Just checked my phone. Sometime last night I googled sex positions in a tent. Was there even a tent there?
I brought his matress to the living room we're laying on it listening to rick james drinking vodka
I distinctly remember seeing your nipples from the deck.
Can we go out and do something semi fancy soon? I feel like wearing a dress and pretending to be an adult.
Dinner was cheetos vodka and whiskey. This is what happens when even your booty call breaks up with you.
I am laying in your bed and just found a bottle of wine under your pillow ...should have married you...
He said we were over, wrote my name on the condom he left in my car last night and said he'd always keep it in case I came back. It was kind of romantic
I hope you get a lego stuck in your dickhole
Dollars spent: $83, Girls kissed: 4, Girls slept with:2, Girls currently making me breakfast: 1, Fucks given: 0
If you fold the laundry; booze and orgasms on me.
I am the most hated person in hoboken. Ive been doing drunken cake boss impressions down the street for the past 20 mins.
Randomize
