hey, i'm all for honesty but let's not get carried away
i'm sorry for cheering you on when you were making out with him. i was just celebrating the fact he was decent looking for once
I don't remember anything other than how good it felt when I peed my pants.
found scuba porn. totally not sexy. life continues to disappoint.
I believe I won the Golden Vodka Bottle of sadness last night for crying while being party boyed.
And you were like "stop making pop tarts, lil bowow" as you grabbed the pop tarts from your ex and consumed them. Teach me your ways.
No hurry on coming over. My body currently wants everything on the inside to be on the outside. But really. Don't hurry.
I can't even remember the last time I took my own pants off
90 seconds of pumping and 2 months of bragging all summer. So much for my reputation here.
Well after the shots I danced with a homeless guy, split my toe on broken glass, and had a 20 piece mcnugget. Who says postgrad life is boring.
So after I fell off 4 times we concluded I'm not allowed to ride him anymore.
put something nutritious in your body. AND NOT JUST THAT JOINT.
Someone should make a valentines day card that says "I like the way you continuously consume thc with no concept of a limit other than drug supply" Because I'd send that to you.
I'll keep supplying drugs if you teach me piano.
Somehow, walking in on your drunk mom in a diaper was the least traumatic thing I saw last night
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