I just want a better ending for myself. Not walking around with one sock on and my bush hanging out.
Know of anyone who would be interested in trading weed for meatballs?
i looked down and was like "oh shit thats blood" then it was like "shit, thats not my blood." then it was like whos blood is this??
YOU WERE HAVING SEX IN THE SAME BED I WAS SLEEPING IN. AND YOU GRABBED MY HAIR. OF COURSE I'M PISSED.
I'm concerned that this blind man on the bus has a boner right now
The fuck-me-pumps were hot, the XL hoody kinda ruined it.
You were walking away to pee and as you were undoing your belt you looked at me and said "the belt is off. the game is on. Remever that."
Happy 4th. Did you guys get your syphilis thing taken care of?
Seriously, it's 5am. STOP CREEPIN and START SLEEPIN!
Sweet! It'll be a "that-minor-I-used-to-serve-alcohol-to-is-no-longer-a-minor" party!!!
UPDATE: THERE IS ASS EATING. I REPEAT: THERE IS ASS EATING.
i made out with his shirt. MDMA, man.
This can only be settled by a dance off.
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
QUICK FAX ME THE BALL
Not how faxing works at all btw
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