He just turned on a sound machine. I need to get the fuck out of here.
recycled a plan b box. kill a baby. save a tree.
you looked up at me mid puke with tears in your eyes and asked to make sure no one took your turn at Wii
After we hooked up, he left the room and no one has seen him since last night. That kid redefined hit it and quit it.
I pulled my tongue muscle last night. your welcome.
So, how do I go about conveying: I'm sorry, yet very glad she is having my abortion. Via text msg?
i think he just broke into a bike shop his last text said something about hiding in some tree
There's hot sauce all over my mirror, lamp shade and dresser. Also it's your turn for weed
On second thought, is it weird that I scheduled a surgery that determines my fertility around lingerie football night? I might have fucked up priorities.
Absolutely not. I would have done the exact same thing.
You get home okay?
I'm pantless and in bed
That doesn't mean you're at home.
I knew he was a classy dude because when I told him my name was Jen he said "Gin? Like Gin & Juice?"
i just hope we're both dead or in prison at the same time
You can be responsible and still be on that ho life
I would ride that face into the sunset
I keep worrying the police are going to come looking for us.
For which one? Starting a fire on my porch or having sex on my porch?
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