So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I wish you wouldn't refer to your breast milk as "ammunition"
I want to see you every morning in the kitchen ass naykid on roller blades making pancakes.
Stop sending me these texts. This is your mom, not your girlfriend.
oh great. kentucky is ranked #1 in the country for child abuse. go us.
it feels good to walk into a CVS and not go straight to the pharmacy counter for plan b. its been a while....
while we were making out your friend starting kissing my toes and all you had to say was "just go with it"
Well i'm not entirely sure considering he gave my vagina an early valentine's day card that said "you're purrfect."
Drinking with mariachis at jimmy johns.
Another Sunday, another 100 chicken nuggets
he just sent me a picture of his penis sticking through a piece of paper that he had drawn a stick figure with tits on it that said "you"
It was like bizarre-o star trek. I shamefully went where every man has gone before.
my dad just paid them in porn...i no longer feel guilty for getting hammered and not helping
I was ok with it until you started yelling " just the tip!" I know she's you gf but don't backseat drive the three-way.
Pretty sure I just puked up sand. And nothing else.
Pennsylvania now holds the distinct honor of being the third state I've crapped my pants in.
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