remember when you told me, jokingly, to not get jizz on your shirt that i borrowed last night?
why do guys feel they can ask questions when im blowing them? you'd think they'd know my answer will always be "mmhmhmhmmm"
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
she used her cellphone as a light to find my clit under the sheets. worst.lesbian.ever.
He's doing the single life. He recently finished like a 3 year relationship. You can't date him.
But I don't want to date him. I just want to look at him. Naked. And in my bed.
You kept referring to your penis as "this guy."
I know we had a good night last night because his turtle was half asleep chewing on the used condom.
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
I think the tooth fairy visited me last night... after I chipped my tooth n blacked out, I woke up to my purse filled with cocaine n sequins.
He was like a foghorn with a huge penis.
thank you for extending my knowledge of the effects of vodka. speak of what happened last night and i will kill you and send your fingers to your loved ones.
ok thanks goodnight
Also before you go to bed i just have to get it out there that i really like macklemore as a person
I'm on a party bus with a stripper pole with middle aged women who have all started drinking
God bless your soul.
I think my dick has healed enough that we can start having sex again
its liver damage thursday
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