I am in a vortex of obligation.
Small Doughy Asian men and sleeveless hoodies with nothing underneath do not mix well.
Sounds like the climatic scene of my favorite erotic novel.
You know the guy who poops at a party and then leaves and you go in, do your business, and come out and there are girls outside that think you pooped and no one talks to you? I'm the guy who poops before you go in, because I'm in a relationship and I hate you.
If your still trying to figure out the moment I stopped caring; it was the point in which you said "I really wasn't sure whose baby it was"
there were more penises there than on chat roulette
she both took care of me and took advantage of me. it was BEAUTIFUL.
they shut off the water. shaving my legs with soda. that desperate.
Jail wasn't bad. Was poppin Xanax the whole way there
Happiness for him is a different happiness than you can supply cuz you have life standards, morals and goals that dont include the bar or beer everynight.
I just threw up again because I opened my eyes... God is laughing. I resorted to taking the Mexican Dramamine because I feel seasick from walking. Not helping.
I've grown it out to 70s proportions. I'm calling it my chastity pelt.
Anyone who has court these next few days keep your head up & smile knowing we broke the County Record with 27 underage consumptions
Is it too far to say to someone "you're useless for everything besides sex"
So anyway, I'm just floating along life with my vibrator and low expectations.
fuck school, let's just become the worst strippers ever
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