What kind of poor, pathetic town do we live in where a horny teenage girl is sitting in her basement on a saturday night, unlaid?
We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
theres no point in washing my sheets anymore. its always going to be a fine layer of booze and semen.
Why am I in a dog kennel?
It was for your own safety
I just found him singing into an empty paper towel roll while microwaving an empty ice cream carton. I'm gonna run away now.
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
You drank everything last night. It was like this huge deconstructed long island that went on for 5 hours
I keep confusing the name of her and her dog. Both are appropriate.
I'm beginning to worry that I seem to get along best with people when I'm naked with them.
Never thought having a box of Cheerios could get me laid. My new lucky charm hello girl in 2B
you can't let guys come on your chest and then hog my blanket
I'm not a morning person, and, trust me, no matter how good your cock may be, it will not turn me into one.
We've been fucking like crazy ever since she quit her job..ive been running errands all day to stay out of the house and give my dick a day of rest
I hate my life now
I texted him back and I am so nervous I may vomit up all of the soup I just ate.
i'm currently watching a guy eat a bunch of cacti and i have lost all faith in humanity
**cactuseses
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