Then I received a text in French, that roughly translated to "all you'll ever be good for is sex on the Internet"
I just realized I have my pepper spray, gun, and vibrator all in one drawer. One false grab and I'm screwed either way.
Nothing good has ever or will ever come from 50 cent beers at the bowling alley..
I'd rather say I'm a whore then admit it's his child. Its that bad.
I prob couldn't even get his attention if I had a dick growing out of my forehead
I don't know if I have the sustained energy level for partying hard
Not a choice. You are mistaking my comments as options. My statements are facts. This is what is happening.
yeah we were the ones eating jello shots out of the back of a jeep in the bar parking lot
I made her orgasm until she cried. Four years of only having sex with dudes and I've still got it.
Just thinking about this summer makes me feel a slight tingle of an orgasm mixed with a twinge of regret as the cold ghostly feeling of multiple hangovers creep into my body.
I can't name a single part of my body that isn't sore. Who says break up sex is bad sex?
I can't go to class, I have all this weed to sell
I stopped hooking up with him and ran to the bathroom to throw up. He saw me throwing up and it made him throw up
debating what would be more effort, turning on to my other side or trying to get myself off with my left hand. that kind of lazy day.
At 38 I had to open a Snapchat account to communicate with my 21 yr bf. where is my life going.
I'm pretty sure I just smoked a chunk of cat food. Thought it was something else. No reply needed.
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