So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
We are allowed to think Jacob from Twilight is hot in 468 days!
I don't know what is sadder, the fact that you figured that out or the fact that I can't wait until then!!
I just want to make him a cookie cake that says "you have no chance with me."
I need input, can I pre-game my cat scan?
the lady next to me just sniffed my hair, smiled, and then fell asleep. I almost started crying from that kind of creepiness
don't cry, we can learn from her
It looks like sephora exploded on his dick, so i assumed I was the second girl that gave him head that night.
His cuteness will no longer contol my vagina
When you get a chance, you should call Nick. He REEAAAALLLLLY wants to hear you make chewbacca noises.
Literally if she wants to make a big deal, I'd rather have shit smeared on my face.
To the point, I hope I remember where to put my dick when I finally get laid again
You have a 50 50 chance
Don't let me publish my memoir unless "hurt my ankle drunk irish dancing" is at least the title of a chapter because that is really the whole story of my life.
If I could drink as much and have the amount of sex he has at his age, well I'd probably be dead
I get dinner and bf perks from the one guy. But dick with no commitment from the other. I’m living my best life.
we live vicariously through your huge boobs
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