What kind of poor, pathetic town do we live in where a horny teenage girl is sitting in her basement on a saturday night, unlaid?
my text book just quoted the cookie monster
I have not carelessly put myself in herpes way since I got a clean bill of health tyvm.
he went to find a bathroom and came back 10 minutes later with a fifth of bacardi, a pack of cigarettes, and two funnel cakes. he is a man among boys.
The only thing in that hotel room that we didn't fuck on was the roof
We were thinking he might be gay. Like how the fuck do you not even make out with a girl that made you a grilled cheese
My bruised ribs were so worth that win in beer pong
I'm really good at handling things like foreskin and speech impediments.
So the name of the kid from the sponsor a child comercial popped into my head while I was masturbating this morning. Needless to say I will now be now be donating out of guilt.
he's like watermelon oreos; I know they're gross and weird and I shouldn't like them, but I can't stop eating them because they're there.
I have bad memories with every alcohol but we manage to work through the problems for the good of the relationship
We started a fund for a baby in a wine glass, I think we're pretty responsible.
I'm far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I'm down to about a total of 8 shirts and have no intention of buying more
Hopefully he gets to dig deep into my body, before he digs deep into my past ..
I'm currently watching porn and playing beer pong with wine in the lobby of a hotel with a squadron of hot airforce guys. You can never say your life is better than mine again
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