just sold my soul for a pack of cigaroos. little do they know they got the short end of the deal. suckers.
You smell like stripper and shame
counting down the days left of school on my birth control packet.
Well unless he sent his sperm via fedex, this baby isnt his
I wasn't sure if "you're even prettier in the dark" was a compliment. Hmm.
and my souvenir for the night was a nice ambulance blanket
I'll throw in a blow job for your kind ways. Or another booty call. I'm poor and not very imaginative. This is all I have to offer- the unicorn like wonders of my vagina.
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
It's all coming back to me. I drank moonshine from a milk carton from a guy named tomohawk last night.
Sorry about waking up naked in your bed this morning.
Settled one third of the tab. Am going back for sex. Love you, make friends
We were on a plane, I couldn't just grab his dick
My uterus feels like it went 8 rounds with Mike Tyson. And that was only a quickie.
Guy running next to me at the gym is judging me. I think he can smell the whiskey leaking out of my pores.
You sat outside petting a picture of your cat for hours... not even the real thing... just a picture.
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