my last 3 google searches were anal itchy vagina and ice cubes
By the end of the second bowl I was making sound effects to every hand movement he made.
I went to class with the sex aroma on me. The hot sun doesn't help much.
I still cannot believe I yelled at every guy at the bar "you wanna get in this clam?!"
One fish gets drugged and suddenly I'm labeled a bad pet owner. This is so unfair.
Yeah... I was considering changing that part but the boxed wine is non-negotiable.
I wonder what acid is like for a blind person... Can we find this out?
Well it's 2pm. Time for another game of "Who, What, Where". The game where you try to guess who this girl is, what happened last night, and where'd your shit go. I'm going for 1/3 today.
That's better than I've done so far.
It felt as i were a pad of butter melting onto a piece of toast.
Hungover. Have to fix everything I've broken. I'm gonna be very late.
I've got to stop fucking tourists. If Chicagos piazza is anything like their dicks. I'm moving.
He was telling me about how he's leaving on his Mission next week... While we were having sex in the back of his car.
He says the sweetest things but also that he wants to choke me when we fuck so it's kinda perfect.
I just chased my birth control with Smirnoff. Shit's about to go down.
How's work going?
Boring. I have a cat on a leash right now
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