Don't really want to talk about it. You were right. She had a whole jar of toenail clippings on her nightstand that she chews on "when her fingernails are too short." Direct quote.
if you think for one second that i'm not using my mittens as hand puppets at the bar tonight then u dont know me at all!
he started fingering my stomach rolls instead of my vag... am i really that fat?
He just "revenge puked" on her kid. I think we'll be leaving soon.
So many lesbians keep hitting on me. I'm about to give up and just go home with the manliest one.
allie, at least he made an effort and braided his goatee.
He wasn't lying when he said he was immune to pepperspray. He pretended it burned for like 12 seconds and told the cops he was kidding he was alright. We'll be there soon.
We just laid there in bed together, petting his dick and repeating, "IT FEELS LIKE VELVET!!!"
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
I can't feel the bottom half of my face but i feel like our sex would be amazing
every day is bullshit and fuck everyone. That's my motto for the week
RAAAAAAAAWWWWRRRRRR
THATS ME HOWLING MY ENJOYMENT OF THE THINGS WE CAN DO WHILE GETTING DRUNK
I hate who I am becoming
I think of it as growth but I also hate who I am becoming as well
Just to let you know we went to the circus yesterday...in case you didn't remember
I woke up with eight different shoes in my bed what the hell happened last night
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