So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
drinking warm bud heavies i found in the garage and googling how to tell the gosselin kids apart.
If we have to be apart I understand. Being separated is probably best for our relationship now. I look forward to our booty calls.
Dude, at this rate we're going to get arrested a second time tonight.
I didn't take her seriously until she snorted that ramen noodle flavor packet...
I don't think he grasps the fact that I would much rather he finish inside me than on my $400 Anthropolgie bedspread
My autobiography is now tentatively titled "I'm Fucking the DJ, and Other Ways to Party for Cheap"
A pack of naked men just sprinted down the street screaming in German. It's 5 AM.
I was going to make out with him...then he licked syrup off the kitchen floor.
I went to look at my notes for my take home final and all I had written was 'you're on E. You won't remember a damn thing anyway.'
I decided to let him keep the rest of my good weed as an "I'm sorry for being a drunk ass ho" consolation prize.
I seriously had alll four of your knuckles bruised into my arm
All I could think about while we were fucking was what Hogwarts house he would be in
He tried to do a JoJo pose and wound up breaking his wrist in the process. Truly a story for the ages.
Right after i got done cumming i sat back and gave a big Ric Flair "WOOOOOO!"
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