So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
I saw his dick soo much last night when I saw him this morning all I saw was penis where his face should be
that girl looks like she smells like hot dog water...
I didn't mean to leave you there I just didn't know him well enough to throw up in his bathroom.
Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
If him repeating sorry while thrusting isn't makeup sex than I don't know what else is
I've created a drink called, "watching the sound of music with grandma." its straight vodka
i had to take off my light up shamrock necklaces, my professor was getting suspicious.
I ended up with a gash in my head from drunken dancing last night. I love life.
The lady at target couldn't scan my grocery item and just looked at me and said "just take it. I hate this fucking place". Best munchie adventure yet.
I gave a handjob to the beat of uptown fuck last night
I'm sorry you're hurting. Would a picture or my erect penis help?
I FEEL LIKE HILARY MUST FEEL WHEN TRUMP MANSPLAINS AT HER
Last night I recall my hair going up in flames. This is evident by the burnt hair smell that is following me around this morning
He’s 21. The president of his frat. I’m 28 and have a career!
Do it. It’s a noble position.
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