That blackeyed peas song was on, so I thought that was prediciting tonight was going to be a good night. And then my garage door opner fell and hit me in the head.
I literally just copy and pasted that from another bbm convo bc I'm far too stoned to explain that again.
I wish i could go to google and type in drug dealers and it would bring up a number, a product and direction
Just saw remains of her puke from last night on my pants.... thats got "Apology BJ" written all over it.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
After waking up today, I would like to find the Jesus preachers on campus to ask for help in asking for forgiveness to God.
She's the barista slut.
She passed out in the backyard, making "face down" snow angels ... so they could have a smile.
No. I want to vom filet mignon and ziti bits everywhere and my body feels like I ran a cock triathalon. I feel less triumphant and more like death.
Boys DO look like their dicks. Its like dogs.
She refuses to believe she pulled down her pants and spanked her ass in front of us
my vagina can't take this anxiety. there is no way he is 19 and this smooth. he's lying about his age or he's a goddamn sexual prodigy
I'm to the point where I just want to get back at him in a hot man sex tornado way.
I've come to the conclusion that my issue is I'm not fucking a guy with a headboard
Sitting naked, eating lucky charms with rain boots on
Did you really think putting a napkin over your head would make you giving him a bj less obvious?
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