Pants 0. Shit 1.
i dont know what it is, i just found it in my pants.
I just need someone to hold me and tell me i dont turn boys gay
so this was truly a case of the blacked out leading the blacked out.
I don't have the urge to be a home-wrecker with these two. I think I've grown, don't you?
It just gets louder and louder too...dear god. Her poor vagina.
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
Remember when you fed me goldfish while I was -inside- of someone?
I went on an adventure and now we have more food.
Well, really we just have fire sauce and cookies. But they're edible.
I just ran your car into a ups truck....but on a up note I have a handle of fireball and breakfast burritos
I am a delicate flower. A fucked up, drunk, horny, pants pissing, delicate little flower.
If me saying "come f***k me now" is talking, then yes.
It's not even 8pm on a Friday and I've already got a guy to tell me how big his penis is. Watched anything good on Netflix lately?
She said to call her, so I called her. Her boyfriend answered and traced the fucking call. I could litterally hear him yell because it turns out he lives in 4d
Don't you live in 4c?
He literally asked permission to hit on me
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