Sad Moment: I only had enough $ at 711 to buy chips or salsa. I chose salsa and took a plastic spoon
he gave me an orgasm. multiple times. the weird stuff he did in middle school is now irrelevant.
I didn't think moms care packages could get better than greygoose, weed & double stuffed oreos, but she just snet me a chocolate bar full of mushrooms.
I just got a new temperpedic mattress pad and started smoking weed again in the same week. finding motivation to go to a 9:AM class is close to impossible.
He wanted to put Kesha on after he came in my mouth. I had to draw some sort of trashy, gay line.
he just used "boss" and "boner" in the same sentence. I cant respond.
He's had mdma poured down his throat. He's getting huggy.
sorry can't. you know Saturday is the masturbating day for single sorority girls here.
I just power smoked 3 bongs, ate hot cocoa mix before making hot cocoa, and realized James Spader's character on The Office reminds me of your mom.
Why would I take you home? That would eliminate the chances of you making bad decisions I could ridicule you about later.
So is the trick to long distance communication to be drunk during phone conversations?
Also, McDonald's breakfast is now 24/7. This is it. This is how I die. Face first in a pile of hashbrowns.
I should stop using "Braveheart would do it" as a basis for decision making...
so in addition to the two guys I slept with last night, and the third that I turned down this morning, a fourth has appeared. best Valentine's Day ever.
test was negative. but nancy drew has yet to solve the case of the missing period.
Randomize
