no. you can't hotbox the world.
we were on a sandy mattress. i was wearing a sweatshirt with a poodle on it and eating a whopper jr. i wouldn't have fucked me either.
just had to re-breakup with her. it was like shooting a dead horse that was crying and talking.
Bring my lunch to work in liquor store bags is doing nothing for my career
I don't care. I'll text you about my butthole whenever I please. That's what you signed up for in this relationship.
Good for him. He wanted to accomplish walking across niagara, I'm hoping to accomplish not throwing up tomoro nite, we all have our own priorities in life.
Last time we talked he was trying to sext me but he was including pictures of fruit
Drinking a pint every 8 mins right now. Power hour aint shit.
Good luck
Trying doe a second hour and I.cant open my eyes
I think your dad took our porno
Oddly enough I feel totally fine now. Clonazapam and red bull the breakfast of champions.
And I'm glad you're waiting to invite him over. he may have a weird penis thing and then dinner becomes awkward.
I think I've been there, but who knows? I drink a lot
He told me he needed "space" but then goes and likes my insta of panacakes.. Done.
i cant go to his party cause last time i pressed the red buttons on the wall and the fire alarm went off for 40 minutes, i'm not allowed back there
This is the most aggressive rendition of that Proclaimers song I ever heard.
Randomize
