But i just feel like he will pull it out and ill panic. I mean its fairly basic. Up and down. But i feel like ill just freak out.
she really just asked how mermaids reproduce.
dude, there's a fucking musical in my head. it's fucking awesome being this high.
he puked in my glove box, looked up at me and said "There's not much to say"
we are both sitting on my bed desperately refreshing the order tracking page for dominos.
He's a Shit stain on my heart
Found a grenade pin. Still no Dave.
Tell me again why I left before the topless cake fight
So I just sneezed blood everywhere. On the upside. After yesterday I feel way more confident AND I give even less of a fuck.
I don't really want to talk about it, but if anyone finds my unicorn mask with my bra in it, I would really like that back.
I found you laying in a field of grass near the trail I jog on in the morning like a drunken Bambi.
Lots of tissues. Maybe pizza. Only time will tell. The stages of political grief.
His dog ate the vibrator. The WHOLE vibrator. We spend the morning after trying to make it vomit up the battery. Why does this always happen to me?
If hypothetically I needed to puke on the bus... how would I go about doing this.
She woke up, peed in the sink and then passed out again, it's only 2 in the afternoon
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