i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
Stop. You don't mean that. Tequila might mean that. But you don't mean that.
I think I'm cybering, it's been a while and its more in depth than it was in 8Th grade.
Just because your phone has a case on it doesn't mean it will survive a 5 story drop out the window.
I never once brought up his unibrow when he was insulting me. That's class.
Going to bed. I have to wake up early and teach small children. And then have affairs with their fathers. I'm going to get deported.
If you value my life, if you value your own, please look for that godforsaken cookie. Please.
I went back to the party but by then they were all sitting on the floor in the dark listening to we are the champions on full blast.
I AM THERE IN SPIRIT, TICKLING YOUR BALLS
Breakfast Clubbing as Juggalos. I can feel our IQs in freefall.
He looked at me like he knew me, and I looked at him like I had seen his penis before.
He sent me a picture of his dick saying "your throne my lady" for my birthday. He knows the way to my heart.
It's whatever. I just want to see his dick again
Dude. There are selfies on my phone of me, wide-eyed, sucking my pillow. We did NOT split that bag 50/50.
I've orgasmed so many times tonight I think I've become enlightened
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