now i know why i became what i already was.
god, you should never be in the FBI. you'd give away america's secrets to any boy who asked.
Flying to Orlando on the 7th is cheaper than the 8th by like three margaritas.
the jail released me with 39 mardi gras beads. I need details.
I just heard a girl in all seriousness say, "I told him I'm not a stalker. I just really really want to talk to him."
he said he doesnt sext because the government can tap that kind of shit too. no boobie pics for him.
I seriously fake cumming more than i poop.
well after he sqeezed a zit off his forearm i got the hell outta there
I walked in on him shirtless licking the mirror while talking to his reflection. So yes, I definitely want to do shrooms the next time you get them.
She walked in, looked at the bed, sniffed, sighed, and went to grab her cleaning supplies. I'd say she knows.
I feel like I need to get a restraining order against him but I'd probably be the one to break it.
He put crushed up bacon in the joint and now we're listening to the Matilda soundtrack I have no idea what's going on
I really wanna just be like, can you just eat me out and stop whining
I think that would solve a million problems
dude. i woke up on a random lawn wearing only my boxers, with all my clothes hung in the branches of a nearby tree... no more shrooms
my night went from a boring school play to hotboxing a car with 3 criminals
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