this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
I just did my online traffic school at the bar. No biggie.
What happened at the top of the stairs is never to be spoken of again.
After we had sex he bought me grape soda. I think I'll keep him.
I don't care how hot he got, I can't get past the PTSD flashbacks of the first time he fingered me
handjobs have no place on a baseball diamond
He thought I was flirting with him but really I just needed someone to hold me up.
We're trying to decide between cracker barrel an the ER
do you think its obvious that we spent all afternoon playing naked body oil twister?
Yeah. It's a great diet plan tho. Just have sex every time you get hungry.
I'm not sending you pictures to jack off to. That's not what friends do
Beer is acceptable at 830am if it's your bday, right?
I found out his moms name, maiden name, profession, and office location, his dads name and profession, his home phone, picture of their house, all of his work profiles, and the cost of their house. All I'm trying to do is find his damn twitter
no fucks will be given and no pants will be worn
i'll bring the vodka
you were making out with a girl because you told her you were part of Nsync
Randomize
