its not stalking. its research.
It was awkward until we both realized our obsessions with harry potter and sangrias were the same. Now were in love.
You need tk get a life and stop texting me about fictional characters. I don't give a shit.
can we take a shower together?
no need for the romantic shit. I'm a sure thing
since when did accompanying a guy to a wedding mean that anal was required that night?
I swallowed and made him pancakes in the morning. I feel almost as desperate as Jennifer Aniston at this point.
At the time, making out with dudes for keg money seemed like a genius idea. Now I realize it was borderline prostitution.
I'm at the point in my life where I'm trying to get guys I've fucked to give a ride to guys I'm going to fuck.
So I come home yesterday and my brother is like "watch this" and it turns out he's been retraining my dog to come running when u say "anal"
I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I'm conflicted.
This power is too much for most humans to handle safely. It's like having the nuclear launch codes, except it's my penis.
I remember grabbing your ass. So firm. So right. I don't regret it.
we talked about the guy being eaten by the anaconda.. Then I proceeded to blow him
So now I know what having sex while surrounded by chickens feels like.
I really don't think my body can handle another night of drinking
Lol you talk like you have a choice
I am worried that I am gonna die before the weekend is over
Was last night real life? Like did you really light your hair on fire
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