I was about to buy asher roth's album and then i realized he was a ginger. can't support
she starting giving me head in the taxi..the driver told her to stop..she looked up, said "I'm the birthday girl", and kept on doing what she was doing.
if he wont fuck me on the stairamster then i dont think theres much XXX shit going down
super high. so of course there was a shoot out at the bank. there are 20 cop cars no lie. if i make it out of this i will never smoke again
Just know that as we speak i am injecting vodka into gushers
He was standing in the front door with a kareoke machine yelling at the neighbors as the unloaded their van
I imagine her to be like a 19th century explorer/adventurer with different boys' hearts on her wall like animal heads
Like Teddy Roosevelt
You don't understand. He was so ginger that he could make red hair a dominant gene. And I refuse to torture my future spawn like that.
The only thing that was weird was that it WASN'T weird when she got out of the shower and saw me blowing him.
I feel like the only phrases I can clearly speak while drunk consist of: i'm fucking drunk, chug, and shots
He just grabbed my boob and justified it by saying "I just wanna feel your heart beat"
He awkwardly handed me plan b on Pickens Street... it was like a sketchy drug deal.
How are you getting in?
I know some influential drag queens
It's something I can't competently describe without making sex sounds.
I had a date last night. His dog threw up in his bed while we were having sex in it.
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