the first call I got in the morning was from visa fraud prevention so yeah it was one of those nights
I woke up hungover and opened my laptop to find that i had googled alcoholism again
just got the results back. i love his dick even more now i know its clean
i looked at my phone and realized all i had said to her the entire night was misspelled variations of "NOTHING IS THE SAME" over and over. she eventually stopped replying.
LOVE ME LIKE A KANGARO LOVES A POUCH YOU DUMB CUNT
But hes like a baby bird with a broken wing that i want to FUCK.
The Angel on my shoulder is now resorting to merely reminding me that, "You will regret this later." I'm not sure if he's learning how I think or just giving up. Either way, should make life a bit more interesting.
Girl, that was the lost night of 2012 for me and I have buried that night deep deep away..
if i actually get asked out by my dealer what could happen?
i don't know, but it probably involves bathtubs full of weed
He told me we were going to a cabin. It's just logs and a tarp made into walls. This night can go either way at this point.
The problem is that you are trying to hold on to some dignity. Let it go. I hope your rash gets better.
Sex in your truck helped me start regaining feeling in my jaw. Thanks!
It looked like Halloween in bed... BECAUSE HE BIT MY PUSSY AND I BLED ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE. THEN HE FELL AND BROKE HIS TOE. AND THEN PASSED OUT WHEN HE SAW ALL OF THE BLOOD.
THAT HOSPITAL MADE ME REALIZE THAT I'M BISEXUAL
You call it sex. I call it penis conditioning.
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