Joe is yelling at the trees again.
how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
please come you make the beer taste better
yah I made NO friends last night. at one point i think i replaced talking with spitting
Tell your boobs to stop staring at me.
i really wish someone from a royal background would fuck me so i could literally say i was 'royally fucked'.
That drug basically just makes anything that's in your mouth awesome
well my dad not being home definitely made it less awkward to walk in carrying the bra I left wearing.
i was quietly enjoying my waffles when he came downstairs naked, kissed me on the forehead, and thanked me for the night before. i didnt even know anyone stayed over.
riding the spinning bikes at the rec after Valentines Day was a baaddddd idea
Ate apple sauce off his penis. Nutritious and slutty.
Is it a good time to tell him he's getting too clingy if he sent me a picture of my name spelled with Cheerios?
At least now when I say "never again" the likelihood is that it won't actually happen again the next weekend...that my friend is called growth
I never forget a pussy, even blackout me gives me that memory.
Finding my pants in the morning should not make me this proud
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