its like the voldemort of pregnancies, we don't talk about it
I've grown up since last year. I don't give blow jobs as birthday presents anymore.
i just walked in on him masterbating..to a picture of me. that definitely has to be true love.
And it was confirmed to me that I did in fact cut my girlfriend out of her dress with my sword.
i just called. the lady was really nice. something tells me my schools clinic gets a lot of calls about chlamydia
Thanksgiving. This year's theme: I am thankful that I still have a liver.
How bad is it I'm looking at his cock while waiting to see my therapist?
I feel like I should go door-to-door apologizing to America.
Just smoked a joint with the hottest patient. God I love night shifts.
I FINALLY GET TO MASTURBATE. SO EXCITED.
Currently hot boxing a fort I made on our snow day... This is legendary
I can now say I know getting hit in the face with a flying tortilla is not fun
I am so not sober enough to have a 5 minute conversation in Spanish
You know it's time to call it a night when every guy in the bar (all 3 of them) have seen you naked at one time or another.
she's throwing knives it scares me
update: broke ceiling. glass everywhere
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