So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
For some reason fuck navy didn't go over quite as well as say fuck michigan;
she literally pooped in the closet. i sent the picture to everyone i know.
tan lines, throwing up everclear on the beach, doing lifeguards, tequila...summer.
was this before of after we tobbganned into that tree?
Your "OraGel will numb anything" theory was the worst thing I ever believed in.
I'm so confused. I feel like I just intentionally took roofies to see where I'd end up.
Ong my arms are moving wo my consent
Don't make it weird, I don't think about you when I'm climaxing, it's just that I see you rooting me on.
No I did not just post a Craigslist ad for a used stripper pole because I can't afford my own. But now that you put the idea in my head I might have to.
Ive fucked up. im like a feral dog rabidly chasing an infrequent dream amidst a cataclysm of disaster
I have just found the cubicle of sustenance. And I will rejoice at all the families that have not found this magic. This vodka cubicle of magic.
there is a spider sitting on top of my weed like he owns it or some shit
no but seriously tf do i do? i have that spider phobia but i think my lvoe of the weed overpowers it
Are we at that point yet where I can just say "I want you to sit on my face"? If not, want to go out for "drinks"?
I got up and left his place at 3am because I remembered I had a burrito in my car.
Randomize
