i wonder if i could find a boyfriend who would call me big papa
sure if you go to prison
Don't judge me. Haven't eaten all day so I'm in my room sticking my finger in peanut butter, then jam, then my mouth.
no one will drink with you if you continue to listen to beyonce
dude all my bootycalls are going to Eclipse tonight... Do I really want it that bad?
She was knocking on the tree demanding to be let in
You left your underwear here. I'm hanging it on my door
I was thrown in the air atleast 3 times by baby jesus
My blowjobs put them in a state of relaxation similar to that of getting hit with a tranquilizer. The fear comes after the sex.
He just kept yelling cup my balls to everyone they kicked us out after 20 min
I just remember her dragging me inside in a panic saying we needed mentos and popcorn I have no fucking clue how we ended up asleep in her closet.
My taste buds are fucked up, everything tastes like fire after last night.
It's accurate though. I am legitimately passionate about pickles. I crave pickles the same way I crave sex. It is a deep rooted animalistic need
i want george washington to fuck me as hard as he can holy shit
I just wrote a self loathing message to self, wrapped my credit card in it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with another hate messame, and put it in my lock box. So. That's where I'm at.
Is she blowing you? I'm in the closet.
Randomize
