thx for the lesson on dirrty dancing
We walked 2 miles, legit 2 miles, and purchased 7 half gallons. One for each of us. Intense
Its about making memories worth repressing
This house was built for laser tag.
So, apparently, "i expected your penis to be bigger" isn't good pillow talk.
I'm not sure where but someone shit somewhere in the house
You've eaten a Lean Pocket for every meal for at LEAST 3 days now. Get your life in line.
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
Very excited! Vodka will be shot, dicks will be ridden, and memories made.
I'm mentally preparing myself to hang out with him by staring into the mirror saying "thou shalt not get naked" over and over.
I was just the victim of a drive by judging in a horse and buggy.
The fuck? Where?
St. Mary's. Amish people. Too high for this.
There are days when you go to throw something in your bedroom trash can and realize the only things in there are a used condom, a Lime-arita can and a muffin wrapper.
For me the most fucked up part of last night was that I know for a fact that you were sober. But your dancing was a close second.
Willing booties have sort of a tractor beam for me.
she squeaked mid orgaism. I laughed she cried
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