fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
It's mornings like this that make me happy to have a clean pair of underwear in my purse.
I hope my theory books are in my locker, but if not, I guess I can always share with you.
Who said I want to share with you?
You've sucked my dick, I'm pretty sure you don't care if I look at your theory book.
we've started having sober sex
you really do like him
I just put up a picture on my dorm room wall of that ginger you hooked up with to remind myself that everyone makes mistakes
4 random people called me telling me they found him sleeping in the fetal postion on a driveway 45 minutes after we lost him
You cant carve pumpkins without vodka. It's a Halloween tradition.
I just wanna lay in my bed all bundled up as have someone feed me lettuce
Fuck you for setting me up with the guy from the Nickelback cover band
Payback for not stopping me from fucking the guy in the wookie costume
It isn't possible and the very mindfuck of that concept gives me a lady boner.
We fucked on shrooms. It's like his dick was a beam of light and when I came I turned into a prism and my orgasms were made of rainbows.
Might I also add after my boss threw up in the garbage can and yelled puking rally, he dougied, then told me I wasn't about that life.
Awwww breaks my heart, I just wanna fix his teeth and give him a blowjob.
I literally have a pirate chest of slutty clothing.
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