Her cooch smelled like a combination of bacon and sweat.
I just bought a CD. I feel like a traitor to my generation.
The only problem is i have violated all potential new years resolutions at the new years party.
Just woke up. My philosophy paper is a play, and my paper for musical theater is about physics. That's some dank shit you sold me
I was going through my mom's high school yearbook...almost half the people who signed it referred to her as "Karen Smokejoints", "Confused Karen", or drew a picture of a joint. I have never felt more like her daughter.
Walk of Shame today included voting.
Laurln. I am dying. I am npt alive. Adderrall is not a real thing. Death is a rwal thing which I understandably
I didn't scare your mother by showing up on the roof, did I?
When they say "all expenses paid" does that include bail?
Yes, i finally made it. but let me tell you...i can smell myself right now in class right now, this scent is called alcoholism.
Either she's trying to smother me and failing, or she just has a really bad sense of where her tits should go.
Okay. This morning the comforter was wet, you were underwearless and using a tiny blanket. What'd you do??
No, and she still hasn't answered me...I get a whole series of text messages about Guatemalan anal bleaching but no fucking answer to my question.
I woke up to find I still had sequins under my tits. I'd say Sunday was a success.
My dad is sitting where you rode me
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