i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
He's sobering up. It was really bad for like 45 minutes. He cried while telling me how he pictured us eating hotdogs on the beach together.
Not sure why, but I was running back and forth across the road. Cab hit me and gave us a free ride home.
I pulled some girls weeve trying to pull the stop cord on the bus
Peanut butter balls.
IF YOU EVEN COME NEAR MY BALLS AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD
As if right now I am a humanitarian. Full story to come in the morning. It involves sex.
my binge eating and her being stoned all the time has reduced us to a bowl of chinese candies, frozen bacon and a stick of butter, we do however have enough alcohol to start our own liquor store.
I also like to call Halloween "Mystery Fuck Day"
I think my penis runs off weed. I haven't smoked it 3 days and I have no sex drive what so ever
I plan to get very, very drunk when I get off work.
But doesn't your shift end at like noon?
I don't think you understand.
I'm sorry about all of the innappropriate shoe throwing
All I want is some guy to eat me out while I work on grad school things then go on his way
I heard a crunch while giving him head. I looked up and he was eating Cheese Itz. So we made a deal that he'd take a hand job so I could eat them too.
I have to stay away from bourbon. Despite what it keeps telling me, it is NOT my friend.
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