I'm thinking of having one or both of my boobs out. They're small but they're mighty.
I'd call her a cunt, but she dooesn't seem to have the depth or warmth.
Get out here. Doing shots with the delivery guy. Also, the food is here
His response today determines what state my vagina will be in this weekend.
Oh, and I'm only keeping her around till spring. Doing the hunt for cunt is too tough in 12" of snow.
Idk every story shes told me thats started with "back when i was a lesbian" has been my new favorite story
No memories of receiving this. Or of getting home. Or of apparently developing a taste for marmalade, which I assume is yours because I have literally never eaten it before. It's all over the kitchen. And my phone. And in my hair. Oh god I wish I wasn't on the train to work. X And sorry about the kitchen x
I'm staying at his house to solve the homeless situation. There's a freezer bag of weed in the fridge. He doesn't know it's there, and he's not missing it so I may have an income soon.
He pulled a bucket of fried chicken out of his backpack as a peace offering. Under the chicken was a rainbow bag of weed. We're dating again.
See, I'm just thinking of how...angular my room is. You probably would have sustained brain damage
would you like to venture to the magical clitoris forest?
Fine I'll cuddle you but only for the purpose of trying to survive
We power houred with shots of red wine. Somehow we ended up with 7 bottles and lost Chris. Trying to find him this hungover is proving very unsuccessful.
You know the story of the boner party, right? They got stuck in the mountains and ate each other?
It was the Donner party... boner party was the porn version...
I should have known it wouldn’t work. Someone saved in her phone as “Subway Sex” called the week before the wedding
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