Its okay if i dont like him.his junk is just too good to resist.model penis,lame guy.
she said she could "feel the heat of my groin" against her. ruined the whole fucking moment.
stephanie tanner's voice is so fucking annoying. no wonder she resorted to crystal meth.
She told me I should be a condom model.
Take my keys. Load me into the vehicle. Drive. Get food. Come back. These are my demands.
All I can remember is being told by a guy named Kyle to stay in the corner until the cops left. Then waking up on a porch outlined in beer cans 8 blocks from my house. Pregaming for college.
I feel like the only phrases I can clearly speak while drunk consist of: i'm fucking drunk, chug, and shots
I mean you can't really blame him. He's named after whiskey and I don't get along with pants.
Congrats. You are not detrimental enough to my psyche to be discussed during this mornings therapy appointment. Please follow up next week to see if you made the cut.
The amount of drugs I did this weekend make me concerned about my health but at the same time fascinated to see if I could do more
If I die, let him know that his penis was the last penis I saw. And I'm happy about that.
I just know what's gonna happen. I mean. I shaved my legs up to shorts length. But I'm leaving the rest as a sort of makeshift caution tape.
I walked into the living room this morning and he was there with 3 shots in a row. He said it was "tea time."
was his pinky out?
It's gotten to the point where waking up in my own apartment is a surprise
I woke up on the floor with 2 cartons of cigarettes, a box of chocolate bars, and a business card for a man named Larry. Don't remember him, but if the Rols on his card is his, I might throw him a mouth party...
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