youre lurking in front of me
When I saw him standing at full height, I realized exactly how much his body structure reminds me of his penis.
im trying not to drink and cry in the same night anymore. i'll let you know how it goes
I think I've reached that age where I should start dating "congrats" and not "are you keeping it?"
I have six drafts of messages to you that just say "blood" and I have no idea where they came from.
You know it was a good weekend when; you leave a bi-lingual letter of apology on top of a stack of cash for hotel housekeeping.
$100 bras are my way of telling my boobs that I love and appreciate them, and all the metaphorical doors they have opened for me.
i looked at my phone & had a message that said "tell your friend she needs to clean my livingroom, i dont appreciate her trying to turn it into a bubblebath." I give you probs.
He called it restless penis syndrome. I call it cheating.
if masturbating while stoned isn't called "weed whacking" then i just don't know how to live my life anymore
The only thing I remember from last night is being naked in his bed if that's not summer drinking at it's finest then I don't wanna live anymore
It's like everything I need in life within a five block radius: booze, toilets, dogs, dicks.
I'm in the smoking section between a transvestite molly dealer and a group of juggalos. I shouldn't be that hard to find.
So stoned that I pressed the unlock button on my car keys to walk into my bedroom...
you know you need to get laid when: getting wrestled to the ground in a self-defense class turns you on....p.s. this is a booty call
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