At a sweet 16. cant remember what shirt im wearing byt dnt worry im not sleeping w/ the guy who serves the chicken nuggets again
I'm pretty sure there is a country song about this exact situation
He went down on me and then slapped my ass saying "thanks for the confidence boost"... is this all I'm good for?
1.) where are you? 2.) you making meatballs? 3.) Meatballs for sex?
I want to break up with him.....but he has a george forman grill...like I need that
I'd be there a lot sooner if these damn stairs would stop moving.
so, give him that "thank you for fighting for my freedom bj" & he wont even remember what you said in that six min voice mail.
You know, having a conversation evolve from attractive men to roommate orgies would be weird with anyone else, but you get me.
Bro... You handed me an ice cube from your drink and said "tell me if it tastes like pickles".
I cannot even describe to you the most amazing ass I have ever had the pleasure of seeing walk up the stairs in front of me just now.
Lack of response to this text gains you a half hour of freedom before I initiate operations to conclude you are not, in fact, comatose. You requested no mercy.
I think I sent pictures of my boobs to an Olympic athlete...
you know you're in deep when you watch fear and loathing in las vegas and every damn scene is relatable.
I have no idea, I usually just project my awkwardness out like a mating call until it draws other awkward members of the opposite sex out from the bushes
Just had the biggest masturbatory crisis ever.
What does that mean?
Internet is down.
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