Maybe I lied like you did about your herpes.
Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
i just traded a sweatshirt for margaritas... why did they ever stop using the barter system??!!
i wont go near him until the smell goes away , and he takes the chex mix box off his head.
our conversations pretty much only consist of the phrase 'fuck you'. and the sex is fantastic. we've got a great thing going here.
She just admitted to me that she was a pinecone.
Me too it's so nice. Debated studying out there but woulda been 90% babe-watching 5% flexing 3% studying and 2% talkin my boners down.
Don't feel bad sweetie, you're not the only classy one in town. I'm still driving around with that tupperware of tequila in my cup holder from last week's Margarita Monday.
Donald Trump and I would be so adorably orange together!
Come on there are only so many drink coaster sizes nipples in the world
She showed up after 3 hours and proceded to make us all feel like resonable human beings. I dont know how she did it but she did it.
I mean I'm sad it didn't work out but tbh he he can't unlick my booty hole or unbreak his headboard... He won't forget my name ever
I thought you died. Don't forget it's burger night.
I'm shotgunning a meatball sub and watching flip or flop. i have reached a new level of singledom.
eating a weed cupcake with nutella on top at work. i AM a star!
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