You can't wash away shame.
I can try.
her vagine was all disorganized.
matt is drinking blue powerade and it looks like he has hypothermia. i can't take this kid anywhere.
so the sex was amazing up until the point where she said "wow, you're even better than your dad!"
i cant talk right now. we are trying to finish our homework so we can play with play-doh
first off, his name is dougie. strike one.
And I was chasing apple pie moonshine (provided by cops) with bud light limeys. In a golf cart, wearing a tiara.
He was my shower sex Sherpa last night. And we both made it safely up the mountain.
im dying and naked and this is what youre living with next year.
i was so high i thought the horse on my poster was running
One failed naked backward somersault off the bed and I realize - I either need to drink less or workout more. Perhaps both.
Last night was a "wash hands with dog shampoo" kind of night
You grabbed my arm, said "I need you" in a very concerned voice and dragged me to the other room where you were blasting Evolution of Beyoncé.
I get stoned and write a 15 page history report in two hours. She gets stoned and cries because she "doesn't know which shade of pink is the real one".
This is like the first time all week I've properly taken my birth control. My ovaries are so stoked I just know it.
Randomize
