it was like eating out sand paper
this mix will be the most desperate cry for affection in the history of itunes.
Not even the dog will look at me anymore.
I can't right now...you know Sunday night is whn I get drunk and do laundry.
They poked me and kept screaming "LAUGH DOUGH BOY" it's like 3rd grade all over again.
It's gotten to the point that the dirty talk in my head when I touch myself has your accent
We were dancing and she was clawing my stomach like a fat kid getting to a half broken pinata.
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
We HAVE another bedroom, it's not like I was gunna chain you into the closet. Often.
I'll have to text you later. Trying to have civilized conversations with the boyfriends parents when I'm 100% aware I just blew their son in the bathroom 5 mins ago. Stay tuned.
Let us ponder on the good times. Ya know when the Jonas brothers were incapable of growing facial hair and I didn't fully understand what a dick looks like
That broad from the bar put her name in my phone as "The girl I'm going to marry in 10 years".
They should make eskimo sister bracelets. OMG WE NEED BRACELETS WITH IGLOOS ON THEM.
And I mean really who loses their phone in a tree
His hair is as curly as mine. It was like watching me go down on myself.
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