I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
God dammit. Now I'm pissed at Arizona, while feeling bad for my poor, poor penis.
i don't care what she did to you. we are not having sex in front of your sister.
i gave you head in a backbend. if that doesnt say happy birthday i dont know what does.
Homecoming wouldn't be the same without all the drunk old people puking on the street.
so the last visual we have of him for the next 87 weeks is him outside on the ground rolling around yelling I HATE BLOWJOBS
i will be the first lesbian to ever fail women's studies.
Side note: I think I fell asleep holding a cereal box
The girl who overdosed in the bathroom at work is back....help?
Just KTHXBAIed an old man for staring at me
This is why we can never be together. Well that and we r married to other ppl but that's very minor detail compared to the coffee issue
WE HAD GREAT SEX AND I HATE MYSELF FOR IT
I would drive 12 hours round trip for you to have an orgasm, cause that's friendship
you woke up this morning in a laundry basket, only wearing rainboots.
Is it bad that I'm not at all bothered by the fact that to some people I'm simply known as the girl that takes her shirt off?
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