xbox live and facebook are tricking me into believing I actually have an active social life
susan atkins died, charles manson's lady
dont cry, there are other serial killers to crush on.
I hate it when hot girls behave. It's so anticlimactic
i've decided that sluts are like cars. they may look good as hell on the outside, but you never know what kind of shit is hiding under the hood.
I want a meaningful relationship and i wont get one if i keep giving him blow jobs in my basement while watching family guy.
I was literally just a half conscious dildo.
i think i'd rather have a trophy of a like jizz stained curtain or something
he said he wants to do me james and the giant peach style. im afraid of what that means. but moderately excited. wish me luck.
i have now been nicknamed the screamer on the first, third, fourth, & six floor by all the ra's. only two more floors to go before i cover the entire dorm.
i convinced her i need a blow job every morning to wake up because i have a medical condition.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
It was marvelous. I was drunkenly conversing with my professor in some of the best Spanish I've ever spoken.
I have no reason to put on pants anymore. This is my new reality.
It's hard to talk dirty with a mouth full of peanut butter
I need to go to St. Louis more often. The brides sorority sisters were practically fighting over me once they heard I work on Wall St.
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