She kept saying "I'm going to hell" the entire time we were fucking. I really wasn't sure what to do... so I agreed with her.
That was definitely the right answer.
all i remember is stealing his cheesepuffs and shaving my vagina in the hotel lobby
Pretty much gone. He was in the backseat and kept whispering that his "toes felt like pigtails"
Then he told me he was proud of me for remembering that i blew him that night.. Maybe my drinking is getting out of hand.
Even my vagina gasped.
its friday night, im aone in my apartment and eating 2 year expired canned fruit, naked. i'm not single or anything..
I JUST SAW A SIGN LANGUAGE CATFIGHT
and lets be real... who can blow a middle school class's sunday school teacher and keep a straight face ever again? NOBODY.
Im wearing a bra. Made of paint.
I made it crystal clear I'm only upset because he's not anywhere fit to be a father of my unborn zygote
Not sure she's stomping around my apartment muttering incoherently about wanting to speak to the colonel
I had such a bad bruise on my knees from blowing him so much, he asked if he could sign it...
thanks for passing me through your vagina 20 years ago today. your the best
seriously i don't trust him. he fed me a hot dog out of a crock pot and gave me moonshine dashed jager bombs.
ready for a night of bad decisions, horrible moral standards, and an unhealthy amount of illegal substances.
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