You dropped me off at the wrong girl's house.
There's no such thing as a "wrong girl" make it happen.
alright see you in the morning.
we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
the girls im babysitting are trying to see how much jello they can swallow without chewing...their future boyfriends are lucky
how do you tell someone you stalk them in a non-creepy way
you don't.
I was more traumatized by the table collapsing while i was going down on you.
The guy is drinking 5 bottles of beer in a juice pitcher. Fucking amazing.
Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.
It's getting increasingly easier to use his emotional instability to my advantage. That's about all he has going for him right now.
What am I supposed to say? "Hi new uncle in law once I tried cocaine in Mexico and every once in a while i motorboat strangers. so happy to be a part of your family"
I saw a classic trojan enz laying on his desk. So he's probably not into the kinky shit.
Do you own a cuff key and know where Karen lives?
Bitch I slept on the ground 2 nights running
u would mumble something and then get unnecessarily loud and say random shit like 'id fuck the shit out of taylor hanson right now'
Listen gotta draw the line somewhere. Apparently that line is at my nuts.
No bra. No panties. Makeup from last night. At work right now. I am trash.
Randomize
