# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
My bed smells like naked
Haha. At least it doesn't smell like herpes
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
she said she could "feel the heat of my groin" against her. ruined the whole fucking moment.
We're not too concerned with getting her out of jail. We're on a mission for donuts.
I was eating her out when she coughed, I just swallowed a bright red blood clot
I'm taking this break up pretty rough.. I've never been to sad to masturbate.
Just saw out breathalyzer tubes from last night on the side of the road. Glad the cop let us know that they are biodegradable
I won't drink with you again until you promise to not feed me anymore paper bags
The Angel on my shoulder is now resorting to merely reminding me that, "You will regret this later." I'm not sure if he's learning how I think or just giving up. Either way, should make life a bit more interesting.
Quick question: how do I take a nice picture of my ass? I'm asking you because I figure with an ass like yours you're probably experienced.
I just passed a truck with its bed lined with a tarp and filled with water with six dudes chilling in the back driving through campus. That looks fun.
I GOOGLED IT. BEES CAN MASTURBATE. WHAT.
She is getting high and watching the Hobbit. I want her life.
So she is basically watching her own life story: short people traveling to strange places.
Every time I look at him 'Relax' by Frankie Goes to Hollywood plays in my head. Is that weird?
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