Best look from Detroit today: running across the street with your buttcheeks on display carrying a 40 oz. Or maybe being crazy-pregnant and screaming and slamming a pay phone. Toss up.
someone owes me an orgasm
i used baking grease as lip gloss
He ran headfirst into the atm. Thenasmed us what our spirit animals were...he said his was either a dolphin or a cabbage
you sat in the middle of your kitchen floor feeding your dog blueberries one by one
Think I pulled my pelvic muscle.
I think I pulled my ashamed of myself muscle.
Bartender at the wedding asked if he was making my drinks too strong. I laughed at him.
So my dealer asked me if I wanted to join his circle because we smoked so much this summer he thinks we're dealing
i am one UTI away from banning your fingers from my vagina
he doesn't sweat normal. maybe that's what THC smells like coming through the sweat glands...
When he swipes my v card it will be comparable to my bat mitzvah. should I make sweatshirts or sweatpants?
Oh wow and I have a bunch of portable wine glasses called to go coffee cups
I was told that I need a reference for my blow job skills. Be expecting a phone call tomorrow.
my nurturing instincts told me to take his clothes off
Well, he pretended he was climbing me like he was a monkey and I was a tree during sex.
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