The way you explained my vagina was exactly the way I would of described my breakfast burrito.
OMG MY MOM JUST ASKED IF I WAS GETTING PAP SMEAR TOMORROW VERY LOUDLY WHILE WE ARE STANDING IN A VERY PUBLIC LINE.
I actually kind of like the booze poos. It's like a colon cleanse. I feel skinnier.
We met on a dual walk of shame. It has to be love, we can't let that go to waste. I want to tell our children that story.
my brother walked in while we were fucking, silently took my bong from my closet, saluted us and walked out.
Just woke up to my stoned boyfriend building a shrine around my bare ass. He'll never leave me.
Even my vagina gasped.
stuck in a tree...bring a ladder. also my arm might be broken. no questions are allowed.
Well we did eat French fries lady-and-the-tramp style last night...
Someone came into our hotel room and took our remote
What should I do?
My only regret this past weekend is abusing only 3 substances when I could have done so much more.
Last night was like blooper reel sex. He dropped me!!
HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP YOUR SECRETS IF YOU KEEP ON TELLING ME THEM.
A million fucking miles away, and the sun still manages to fuck my hungover mornings up.
I just borrowed porn from my middle aged mother. This is what desperate looks like.
Randomize
