its 4th on my favorites list. 1. butt sex 2. mini skirts 3. three meat pizza rolls 4. fuck the pain away by peaches
all i know is that they all tuched my pee cup last night.
vagina is talking i cant
Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
I just learned in bio that our sole purpose for life is to have sex.. so your high number is acceptable. its actually lacking.
My worst case scenario tonight is that I fuck a hot Swiss girl. Let that give you perspective on my life at the moment.
His response today determines what state my vagina will be in this weekend.
Better than road-head. Just got model-home-head. Also got a disapproving scowl of judgment from the realtor on the way out.
No one suspects that a sweet girl who is excited about her anniversary with her bf just blew her partner at work in a communal area a few hours ago, so its cool.
Why must everything this weekend have to do with something going into or coming out of my vagina?
I'm going to need a Jurassic park sized pooper scooper to deal with all this shit last night caused.
You threw your body across the gross couple hooking up on the couch and demanded they scratch your back. I love you drunk on peach schnapps
Let's play the game let's see how long Kayla can be sober
I just tried to lit a bowl with my chapstick.
Hot fire fighters installing my closet. Don't know how to go about this. Gonna nonchalantly take my shirt off and see what happens..
Randomize
