So when jo picked me up from the bar I kept apologizing and kept telling her "I'm just a wittle donut"
I was looking through my facebook friends list to see how many ppl on the list i've hooked up with, and was effectively reminded of my failed friendships, relationships, fuck budy-ships, friends with benefits, and "i cant remember if i ever did shit with him but we're awkward now" ships.
I just sold a pizza for the ability to listen to spice girls.
I really like him. That's why I'm having sex with someone else, so he doesnt think i'm a slut.
No I remember falling down the stairs I just don't remember it hurting.
I bought a nasal spray, my nose needs to be in order by the weekend
yes he's amazing in bed. he made me like, black out. everything went black it was weird. so yes, i'd fuck him again. plus, he has every season of buffy on dvd
Nothing like a 3am firealarm to kick a booty call out...
My liver is begging me not to go, but sadly enough for him my feet and hands control me getting there.
I think I need to donate blood to see if I have Hepatitis. Again.
Maybe. This hangover is made of nightmares and that thing from the Alien movies.
I can't even masturbate anymore!! That was my last source of cardio!!
Bill says he deeply regrets the incident with the soda bottle
quit whining, rub some dirt on it, and lets get out there
its my penis
He's asking how tall I am he wants to make a body suit out of me
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