There is still throw up in my sink from before break. God I missed this place
Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
the homeless guy was waiting for me this morning. this is the closest to a boyfriend ive had in years.
he asked my vagina if she was excited to meet Leonard. LEONARD. His fuckin penis is named Leonard.
Delete her number from his phone. He keeps slurring how he's going to get her "all sorts of pregnant".
They left at like 4. I got up to help clean their house this morning and we found his pants. No ones heard from him, we're all a little scared.
And by sexy pictures I mean pictures of my penis in strange places. I rock out with my cock out.
I just want to have such an intense orgasm that my heart stops and I die. I mean that would kind of suck for the guy I'm fucking but then again he could be like "I'm that good"
plus there's no nice way to tell a guy you physically hate the shape of their cock.
I couldn't fall back asleep it was too bright so I just took my sports bra off and put it over my eyes
I need a life alert for his random dick pics. My heart can't handle that.
I know. His dick was small at the top and got bigger at the bottom, like a fucking curling wand.
well, you know. whores of a feather.
You threw up with such class too! Tiara and all.
I missed you last night. I'm sure he will never forget the night i sang my heart will go on into his penis like a microphone
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