My flask crushed my baggie full of aderall in my backpack, why can't my demons just live together in peace
you grabbed his arm with one hand and the bottle of smirnoff with the other and headed off to your room you were on a mission
You kicked in the door when she was blowing him. You dont remember do you?
Woke up this morning with a junior police officer sticker over my nipple this morning.
My friend and I just coined a new term. OBJ. The obligatory blow job. You totally know what I'm talking about.
Like if he goes down on you first, or you just don't want to bone him yet. OBJ.
If by "in control" you mean him showing-up to work wasted, calling a customer a "fuckstick," and getting fired on the spot? Then yes, he is.
I haven't seen her in ages, how is she?
Well I woke up next to her this morning so I guess I would say she could be doing better
Ok I am NOT pregnant. I could shove coal up my vagina and my uterus would turn it into a diamond in a matter of minutes
I need to puke. I need a shower. I need rehab. I need to detox and puke. I feel like demons are inside of me.
I have words... I can't think of them tho. they keep melting together and forming you and I just want to hump it.
If you really loved me, you'd support my weed habit.
As the person who squeezed you out of my vagina, the answer is no.
Damn you are the highwater mark of the naked women in my life. Like idk what lined up but yeah.
Within the first 2 minutes of this morning, I found out the Lions lost on last play, and Scott Weiland died. I wont be in today.
So you broke your ribs while fucking? Dude you just got about 25% hotter.
She's seen your dick through your pants. You don't need to ask
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