love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
I love her so much that if I could have sex with her I wouldn't cuz my dick would feel out of place in such a perfect body/vagina
My therapist says she wants to work on my 'trust issues'. I think she's found the cash cow within.
You just kept saying "I want my babies to look like you."
We're sitting in his room writing songs about America. There's a verse about a dead dog. There's tequila everywhere.
all my mom knows is what I put on facebook. So... I mean... She knows we drink a lot.
I'm ready to take a few years of my life this weekend
like are we talking 'quick beer' bad or 'break out the real vodka' bad
It is a fiery spray of napalm-covered beautiful words that leave a flaming "fuck you" on the ground after I destroy him.
He started french braiding my hair while I was blowing him. The question is not why, but how.
If my vagina were a person, it just ran a marathon.
I tried to feed the cat bread. I told her it was the body of Christ. That seemed to work.
You don't have a cat...
This weekend I turned down sex to watch the Star Wars marathon... Is this growing up?
Nothin ruins a fine afternoon like shitting ur pants
No I'm not high but I did cry for over an hour tonight because I realized that they never made a sequel to "Under the Tuscan Sun" with Diane Lane.
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