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.
she's got a whisker from her dead cat taped to the wall. I'm pretty sure that about sums it up...
She just sent me videos of her blowing my little bro and my best friend... worst. ex. ever.
I don't think my arm is broken I can still text
There was a dismembered bleeding penis in my dream last night. That's some serious Freudian shit.
Carpeing THE FUCK out of that diem
he told me it was like eating gods vagina.
Please say a prayer for the elevator people at work today. My farts are significantly more potent the day after hitting that korean place for lunch...
Let the vodka take you where it will. Like Pocahontas, but wasted
I'm gone to the point of literally hugging trees, partially for support, but also because I like them.
he appreciated my fucking vagina for two hours he can appreciate my honesty
I thought my sex drive was gone but let me tell you it is back with a vengeance
So, I ran into Garrett last night in the laundry room.
Oh really? First post break-up run in. How'd it go? Awkward?
Um. We had sex on a washing machine.
I mean I did fuck her boyfriend, the least I could do is post happy birthday on her Facebook wall.
i'm not so sure everythign we did last night was legal...
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