I really like him. That's why I'm having sex with someone else, so he doesnt think i'm a slut.
john hughes is dead. crushing any and all dreams of me ever being in an 80's john hughes film. bummer.
aparently i pased my english final. I don't even remember taking it.
i believe i can now do shots of gasoline with no chaser. its been that kind of summer.
Taped crackers to the wall. Sat I'n the dryer. Bobby had to pull me out by my hair. No more.
You should know I just got pulled aside by TSA because they found a bottle of Bud Light in my backpack... Thanks for that...
i mad aa ber float. budweiser nd ice creem. it amzig.
Between the dance party in the car and the distraction of the momma bear and two cubs im a cops wet dream roght now when comes to wreckless driving.
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
Naw, the sex dungeon had to come down so we could build a nursery. Cause and effect really.
He did a line of coke off my stomach then flipped me over and smacked my ass. Then, while he was talking dirty to me, he told me he wanted to hire someone to clean my room. And that's when he lost his boner. Life is so hard.
Sorry you had to clean the sheets with your macro notes
After he finished he laid there and told me how much work that just was. I looked at him and told him not to ruin a good thing by opening his mouth.
Apparently swingers are magnetically drawn to me?
I just chased my birth control with Smirnoff. Shit's about to go down.
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