And we hooked up in the carwash. I told you our creative juices were flowing today.
you made me have a moment of silence for the half of a sub sandwich that you dropped on the floor earlier
we should drop off a car at the police station before going out tonight so we can drive home in the morning
would it be completely unacceptable to smoke a cig outside naked? im already doing it so what you say doesn't matter.
so, give him that "thank you for fighting for my freedom bj" & he wont even remember what you said in that six min voice mail.
So he texted me two hours ago to tell me he just took two hits of acid. Now he's asking me if it's possible for a house to breathe.
in case you were wondering, even a BJ under a blanket on the back of a bus only lifts a 14-hour bus ride to borderline tolerable.
He may only be 25% black, but after that sexual experience I am 100% never going back.
I didn't pay for a single drink 'help me I'm poor' was my drink pickup line. it totally worked.
oh you know, the usual stuff. getting kicked out of bars and sleeping in cars.
Is it just me, or do you see your penis in that hand?
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
He asked me to come stay with him so he could "see that ass and watch Harry Potter."
Hey, do you know the person who woke me up last night at 1 in the morning yelling and being carried through the courtyard?
That was me Mom...
OH GOD IT TASTES LIKE IT SMELLS
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