i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
I'm not crazy, I only keep calling you cause you won't pick up.
someone shit in a solo cup and left it at the base of the stairs. fuck orlando dude.
Breaking hearts and overdosing on semen. That's my life.
That's what happens when you park you car under a perfectly good balchony I can puke off of
Good lord, they've set up every firework to be ignited by a trail of gasoline at midnight. God save us all.
Hooking up with him would mean my type has officially become... drug dealer.
We had to go visit his dealer in the hospital to buy some weed.
HE'S EATING THE CONFETTI. STOP HIM NOW.
Its not that hard, just find a girl reading 50 shades of grey and point her my way
I've been here for three hours and I am already feeling sorry for whatever offspring i will indefinitely produce in this place.
I pray for you bro.
It was a good hour of moans, penis compliments, smacks, and what sounded like someone running in flip flops
sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.
Who knew sons of strippers would be really feminist boyfriends?
Does fucking him in the back of the car with the sun roof retracted count as star gazing?
Randomize
