I love you and miss you, which in no way dimishes how much I hate the person you turned out to be, but I still love and miss you.
"women exchanges sex for chips" on msnbc
damn even the hoes are getting hit by this economy
I know its time to do laundry... i cant even find a dirty sock to wear because they all have jizz in them
three words: i give head
three words: not that well
mom asked me why i'm never sober at family events, i told her i learned it from her.
Dont even bother asking why she was dancing with him on top of a door, let alone how the door ended up being used as a table.
No way. Every time you have sex with him you'll end up staring into those eagle eyes and stop mid-orgasm.
hot boxing the bathroom at chili's. where the fuck are you, it's too big of a box for just one person.
you and him went to the park at 2am to "catch a pigeon" and ACTUALLY CAME BACK WITH A PIGEON
Pretty good. They took the stitches out but it still hurts like a bitch. The doctor says I should be off crutches by next week.
Well, that's good. Let's hope drunk you doesn't sabotage you.
It's like the bat signal. He only texts me when I'm naked.
We got really high and he took a green marker and made my vagina into a Christmas tree.
My boobs are hoarders, they steal food and hide it. Greedy bitches.
My books smell like weed. What does that tell you about my college experience?
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It's totally a relationship. we have sex in other people's beds, watch mad men while high and get drunk on his teammates' beer. don't you dare stomp on my dreams with your societal judgments
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