...she just doesn't genetically have the things I want my kids to have.
dude are you gonna smoke tonight? my day was shit and I wanna get high
worker bees can leave....even drones can fly away....the queen is their slave
nevermind....I'm on the way
I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box
For the amount I put out, I should be going on way more dates.
She pointed at me and told her friend, I'm going to fuck him, its going to be really loud, so yes, i need the whole basement.
I woke up this morning to my phone notebook open and written was "reasons why I'm a whore in chronological order" then it listed everybody I've had sex with in the past five months.
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
Her desktop wallpaper is a collage of penises she fucked.
I need to have some sort of hot sex experience in a mask.
Everything was going great until my fake mustache fell off when we started making out.
also, made a drinking game out of my birthday photos....drink everytime alcohol is in a photo. going through all 350 of them.
So your bra was hanging in the Christmas tree last night at some point I think
We need to make tonight low-budget
Is this your way of suggesting flasks?
You did a cartwheel, it was terrible.
I remember that cartwheel, it was okay.
This is not the first time I've recognized my body is subconsciously trying to make pizza.
Randomize
