We video chatted for almost two hours. But I woke up with puke on my keyboard. The question of the day: were we still chatting when I vommed? No idea.
let me know it goes. try not to get bit. and if you can, get someone to videotape it.
it felt like the flash was giving me a handjob
I found out why we traded puke covered dresses in the bathroom.
Well at one point he got ahold of my archery gear.. And I. Shit. You. Not. Sarah took an arrow to the knee.
He just had a handle of vodka with ice in it yelling at people hot august night mother fuckaaaaa and was pouring it on his face
I feel like, for the first time today, we had a healthy yolo.
The word cocktail makes me want to rip my liver out and nail it to a cross.
As I read your response saying I need a tan before I can become a go-go dancer, a girl cane up to work and gave me 10 coupons for 100 days of tanning for a dollar.
This is fate. You were destined to be a stripper.
You very well can't change your mind now. It would upset the natural flow of life.
He keeps bees of course he's weird
He just snapchatted me a blank snap that said "miss our sex" Vagina game too strong
Just zoned back in to real life and found myself chanting "noodle eater noodle eater noodle eater" at my parrot as he devoured a single macaroni
YOUUUU FUCKING FURRYYYY
I DIDN'T COME HERE TO BE SLANDERED LIKE THIS
Fucked him in a graveyard. Need plan b.
I'm sorry i showed you my boobs.. I probably shouldn't have done that.
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