i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
i just spent the last half hour thinking about my totally irrational and intense hatred of wedge flip flops.
he just asked me if he could show me what he wanted to do to me using his action figures. where do i find these freaks?
pedialite and red bull = repair kit
you kept screaming i cant feel my vagina, it kinda killed the mood.
i think he drugged the pie. i'll get back to you on that later.
Riding on an electric horse at the grocery store... dunno how that conversation went but I hope you picked up a 12 pack.
currently shading my boobs to make it look like i have mass cleavage...thanks art school
I should know better than to trust a man I've seen cry on multiple occasions to give me accurate sports information.
Because it was 5am and I had a shitty mixed drink and I was threatening to put my balls in your face.
Not the worst first impression I've experienced.
thanks again for a nice night (and please don't fuck my boss)
Apparently I'm a "fire hazard"
Btw, how did you break into my room, and why did you decide that covering the mushrooms with a blanket was more secure than a lock on my door?
Well, I like big penises but it's not like he walks around with it out or anything so yes I think he has beautiful eyes
You texted me a picture of some random naked guy. Did you lose your virginity?
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