I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
we fucked to don't stop believing. most epic sex EVER.
And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender.
This is the way my sobriety ends: Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
I have a plus one for the Blackout Express, should I pen in your name?
in the middle of giving him head in the backseat of my car he taps me on the shoulder, opens the door, throws up three times and then proceeds to tell me how amazing i am.
I gotta find new tactics tho. There's just so many tied up dicks one can look at before part of your soul dies.
She said " I'm going to get her back one day soon for putting extacy in my pop while I drove her to whislter" just a heads up.
Now that I'm hitting my bong, I realized I haven't missed something so much in a long time. I love Thomas the Dank Engine.
I wish him all the best and hope one day he can afford the surgery to remove his head from his ass
You got me so high that I almost couldn't leave my house for a bar because there was nothing to lean against on the way there
Because drinking and showering don't go hand in hand. There that's my PSA of the day.
I'm pretty sure our sex is better than most foods and that says a lot too bc I really like food
I don't really want to explain what i mean by this so just answer yes or no. are 5 cows enough?
I'm with the cops, Trish's gay husband stabbed himself and is framing her for attempt of murder and I'm dressed 4 the club I'm wearing leather pants leather jacket leather boots and black club top. Embarrassed
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