Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
so the situation is a+b=c where "a" is how much you weight, "b" is my gravitational pull, and "c" is how erect your penis is.
i think im in love. he told me he doesnt care if i shave down there.
I mean i stumbled out of the club yelling at random people" I"M GOING TO TEACH YOUR KIDS SOMEDAY!!"
And thats what homeschooling is for
working out is totally making me break out.. i'm doomed to forever be either a butterface or a butterbod. there is no way out.
1. my parents still have sex. 2. being a screamer runs in the family. 3. so much so that i can tell what number of orgasms she's on. 4.so looks like i'm stuck outside a while
Midnight run for medical supplies ended several hours later with a lapdance to the Braveheart soundtrack.
I found a fingernail in my vagina. A fingernail.
I woke up to find my purse full of puke, and all I could think was not again.
I hit a child with a fudge sickle from a moving vehicle after he flipped me off, I feel like a God. Tell no one. My partner didn't see it.
fucked a girl in Bentley hall at ten tonight, came on the carpet and I plan on doing it in another building soon. Watch where you walk
I have to date her we need a place to stay for tailgating
you don't understand it took me an hour and a half to escape that bed, I had to memorize his sleeping patterns.
After tacos, we're chasing women.
It happend again, swimming on the floor... Vodka is my friend
Randomize
