he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
Just seen on a tshirt : "fake titties taste funny"
does he have a tent? the camping kind not the boner kind.
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
Saddest moment ever is discovering when your cat no longer wants to get high with you.
Is it acceptable I'm laying in bed drinking airplane bottles?
In our world? Yes, but I'm disappointed yoiu are wasting airplane bottles. Save them for sneaky occasions
Im making gravy in a lace bra and jeans. Just call me the southwern wet dream
it was good sex until i became a rubber doll and he became a jack hammer, so i guess overall it was good
We dared each other to drink Arbor Mist, and I waterboarded someone with tequila.
FONT CPME TO THE TRUK. I REPATE SONT COME TO THE TRUCK WERE GETTON FRAEKY
I confess. I just downed the bottle of saki. And I'm singing phantom of the opera to the dogs. Be glad you're not here for the high notes.
I have a corndog on my dresser and a trashcan of puke. Thanks for a great night!
I'm very aware of my heart moving the blood in my body.
Blacked in cold and wet, with them areound me singing Aaaaall we are saaaaayiiiing is YOU PEED YOUR PANTS
the weird part wasn't waking up in someone else's underwear, it was how the cat was staring at me like he knew more about last night then i remembered.
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