just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
It all came flooding back to me: there was a woman with one hand
last night you decided it was time to "get organized" and "straighten out your life." You pulled out a bag of troll dolls, sorted through them and got nostalgic. You demanded both andy and i take one and keep it forever.
The boys are giving me the exam answers and I don't even have to expose my body..yayy engineering!
He just kept muttering to himself "stabby stabby stabby stabby" while we were boning. I will never be boning him again.
im getting coffee to go get coffee.
Im throwing up in my trash can so I can go throw up in the toilet. We're basically on the same level.
if any part of your body has ever entered my vagina you are fucking obligated to speak to me if i so desire
I was mid-sentence and you stopped me and said, "Yeah.. for my vaginas sake, I'm gonna need you to stop talking right now."
That sad moment when even your drug dealer lands a summer internship and you don't...
WHAT IS HAPPENING
A FLOCK OF DICKS IS MIGRATING TOWARDS US.
I got asked to "be the filling in a man sandwich." You don't get to pick the club again. EVER.
By god, his vagina is better looking than mine.
Yeah, I mean I'll probably fuck him regardless but I'm trying to be a lady about it.
you know what? fuck you, fuck your nana, and ESPECIALLY FUCK THE BLACKHAWKS.
Justin has passed out on the toilet in a locked stall. Stay tuned for pics.
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