just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
so last night after we hooked up i got my period and woke up this morning with a blood stain on his bed and not only was it huge but i had put my jeans back on before bed so i took the walk of shame with period stained pants
You two kept repeating the same thing over and over. It was like looking after retarded pull-string dolls.
He offered but I said no. I didn't think it'd be cool to accept cupcakes in the mens room of a gentlemans club.
I just remember her telling me "Hi, my names Kaissa and I'm a lesbian" over and over and over and over again as I was crying.
I know. They started calling me The Incident. The hotel maids, that is.
And on the seventh day, God carefully sculpted your cock to fit perfectly into my masterpiece of a vagina. Then he rested. Look it up.
I just very easily got pretty high off of one bowl of shitty dirt weed. I'm a sad excuse for who I used to be.
You are going to come home to a suitcase in the fridge. Just go with it.
he has a party story that rivals our "PTSD- soldier-with-a-knife" party story. I'm pretty sure this is part of some prophecy.
...and that is the first time I've ever wished fewer naked women on someone I like.
Seriously dude...who threw up on Michelle? She's been crying for like an hour
I feel as if some line has been crossed, but only in this vague, WTF sort of way.
The stall at this bar had mirrors all around. I just looked at myself take a shit from like 3 different angles
This is the best 30th birthday ever. In a Motel 6 drinking a shower beer and sending slow-mo dick helicopter videos to you.
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