i friday night watching house. god, i need a life, friends, and a legitimate fake id.
he is not the type of person you only have sex with once. god adds years to your life every time you sleep with him.
i love how people use prayer to talk shit about eachother in a 'holy' manner.
Baffled as to how I'm gonna get 150lbs of sand out of my basement.
It was odd. His friends dick tasted the same as his. Friends are beginning to have to much in common
sometimes you just have to pull up your panties, blow a kiss to the security camera and walk out of the alley like nothing happened.
It's official. Hawaii is 100% better when you're stoned.
He doesn't care. He wouldn't care if my vag grew arms and smacked him in the face.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
so when he he finally wandered back into the room it was with a pound of cream cheese which he ate in 5 minutes flat and then passed out
sex in a hospital.. check
He literally just peed in a trash can in our room. It didn't even have a bag in it
Grandma's bordering on serious shit show territory at this point.
We aren't doing Shrooms tonight bc that would be friendship cheating on you
Does fucking him in the back of the car with the sun roof retracted count as star gazing?
Randomize