my mom heard me say 'don't squirt that at me' while me & him were in my room. She then decided to call my aunt and complain to her that she has the sluttiest daughter in town. she refused to believe me when i told her i was talking about gel.
I'm with your mom on this one.
I really need to stop carrying a flask around with me in my backpack at school..
Aren't you in 8th grade?
9th, but that's not the point.
whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
literally every day that goes by where he doesn't talk to me makes me more determined to get him to have sex with me
Hardly remember what he looks like and the man has seen me passed out spread eagle. I begin this journey with such a disadvantage.
honestly i just want a cigarette and someone to go down on me... are you interested in helping with either of those
it's like getting dryhumped by a chainsaw in the very best possible way
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
I just wish he'd leave so I can vomit in peace.
I have his gate key so know he has to see me again.
Dick is the cure to depression. I'm almost positive. And cough syrup.
the girl who hid my weed when the cops came has a birthday coming up. i feel like i should get her something.
I just spent 45 minutes and a really well-put together Power Point trying to convince her to use my dog as baby Jesus in her church's play.
I just found glitter glue on my jesus bracelet...am I really that gay?
Randomize
