I had a dream last night that we were eating cake at Mercy...hahaha. I'm furious I didn't see you.
In retrospect, it was a terrible idea, going down on her with these ulcers in my mouth.
Come home. Power Hour by yourself is only fun for the first 10 minutes.
I'm sitting the next couple hours out. Puking in a potted plant really put shit into perspective for me.
But then he started to talk about his wedding he wants and I quote " and yes parts will be choreographed"
The basket that the Naughty Easter bunny left for you at my house might keep us entertained for a little while...
Because everyone is allowed one half drunken 7:30 am walk back to campus in a cowgirl costume, right?
plus there's no nice way to tell a guy you physically hate the shape of their cock.
He is really real. Like I know where he works, have referenced him with mutual fb friends and I've seen his dick. He's real.
Last night you texted me "tqiirkykbg doe freedom always"... why?
FINALLY GOT MY TENTH DICK. PARTY FOREVER
When he breaks your heart after he reveals he's gay, I'll be there for you. -Love, Dad
Welp, just took a tab of acid and cracked one of three bottles of champagne... Mondays ¯\\_(ツ)_/¯
Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire?
Do you know this guy sitting in front of us? Asking for my vagina.
Randomize
