I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
Too late. I'm going over there. I'm a bad example for all women: Do as I say, not who I do.
i woke up convinced that my room was backwards i tried to go into the closet to get outta my room
If someone would have told me in preschool that I was going to do him I would have said no
Sleeping with two different guys who share a driveway is getting increasingly challenging to keep secret
he's the only person i know who can drink himself into and out of alcohol poisoning.
Remember that time I tried to pierce your nipples while high... it's like that, only with more blood... and less nipples
WHY DOES HE HAVE TO CALL WHEN I'M MASTURBATING?! This time I'm really pissed. It's like he knows he's depriving me of orgasms.
Is it wrong i wouldn't sleep with him because his boxers said #1 dad all over them?
the hole that the tears left- fill it with pizza
Well statistically J has a 1 in 3 chance of hospitalization when downtown
And a 3 for 3 for disapeearing
I'm sorry for breaking our door. And being a bitch about it.
Is it day drinking when the suns up like when does that start
asking for a friend
Stop fucking Sharon's exes.
Sorry it took me so long to reply. I was fucking Sharon's ex.
because he's a firefighter, wouldn't sleeping with him be like saying thank you to the community?
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