I am really glad that on the inside of a card from your grandparents you have transcribed the rules for circle of death
i am exhausted. it's been years. we both know his dick is small. the jig is up.
according to the woman who took my blood today, i have "party veins"
Yes, do intervene. Unless it involves cowboys with loud trucks and hard 9 inch dicks. Then just come back for me in the morning.
All i remember was you crying naked on the bathroom floor because you were cold. I got you a blanket and you kept kicking it off and crying because you were still cold.
I'm assuming the reason my elbow is so sore has something to do with all the broken shot glasses eh?
Yep
Idk how much vodka is on these pants but I'm gonna wear them anyway: the biopic
He was telling me about how he's leaving on his Mission next week... While we were having sex in the back of his car.
I just felt emotion and I'm not okay with it
He may be 6' 6" but I'm 180 lbs of pure rage and determination
PLEASE LET MY BIRD FUCK YOUR BIRD
So anyways, we returned the toilet paper and decided to use the money for taco bell and slurpees instead...
My moral compass kept pointing to his penis.
I'm at the gym. I've taken enough caffeine to feel inspired to be a low budget instagram fitness model. I totally forgot my push up bra though
Feel free to drag me back to reality at your convenience
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