Its like common courtesy of dating, the guy pays for the weed, just like dinner
my dad is going to jail this weekend
where are we going to get our weed from?
I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
I feel like vodka or no vodka, you'd still be trying to button your cat into your comforter
porn star boner night. come get it.
I have 20 seconds to get my life together and look presentable.
I don't understand or I understand perfect - if were not talking about fried chicken I'm not sure what's happening.
I just got my beard fondled by a drunk chick outside the venue. I feel slightly violated. And I think her boyfriend wanted to fight me.
Still breathing?
Still breathing , but quite out of it. I think I hallucinated like 20 action sequences.
What.
He hasn't responded in 6 hours and the last thing he sent me was a picture of 7 grams of coke. I'm getting kinda worried
I came to the conclusion that Tinder and having the day off are not good for my relationship.
There is an unwrapped tampon, a condom, a rubber chicken and a slim Jim currently sitting on our dining room table.
We are the rockettes of vaginal bleeding
what the fuck happend anyway? How did it go from smoothies after work to blacking out?
Randomize
