it wasn't lemon gatorade
And then she said we stopped for a train and i tried crawling out the back window.. again, i dont remember this.
i've never seen someone fall down the steps so gracefully... i think im in love
I somehow fell asleep on my kitchen counter using the microwave as a pillow
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
Technically this isn't a church so we could have been drinking this whole time.
She has no definite jawline and all of her photo's have Ke$ha quotes as captions followed by a "<3" Even by your standards that is embarrassing.
we are torturing ourselves with these mediocre cocks
I feel more comfortable going down on her then actually kissing her.
Headed to the bar now. If I smell faintly of latex and tuna, it's just the new scent I'm trying.
...oh my god that's like anal suicide
I'm aware. I'm writing the eulogy for my colon as we speak.
all i remember is walking in on u shitting and crying listening to shawty get loose. its safe to say this break up has taken a toll on u
I want to own their dicks and all the attachments
Yeahhh, apparently my brothers think its ok not to check on me if a creeper is talking to me bc i "like those weirdo types"
His cat just sat there and simultaneously bobbed his head up and down while I blew him
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