ugh. my soul tastes like vodka
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
i have a food baby... i think its a boy...
I'm actually pretty neutral about a lot of things. I'm like Switzerland with a penis.
you kept falling over in mid-conversation and you just got right back up as if nothing happened...
of course. lets lasso hookers.
So if you want this MFM threesome thing to happen the other guy is here and willing
I don't understand how she could dump me AFTER we had shower sex. I'm fucking great at shower sex
if Anne Taylor knew what she did in her clothes, she'd be banned from the store.
oh come on, it's the perfect length summer dress to blow a stranger in the bathroom in
I don't know if I should feel proud or ashamed of myself...ashamed for making myself a drink at 6:15am or proud for actually being awake that early.
You keep talking about hotdogs and yelling "COME ON DOWN, LET ME SEE WHAT YOU'RE WEARING"
we were having a conversation about big dicks and the chick at the table beside us turned to us said "me and my boyfriend just broke up a few days ago. Could you please NOT talk about big dicks"
So I've decided that blue balls for lesbians is rainbow balls and the struggle is real
It's the kinda thing that makes you wanna buy a rainbow flag and fight republicans and kiss girls
I'm not the kind of girl that sleeps with someone else's boyfriend. But I'm getting waxed just in case I change my mind...
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