i'd like someone to explain to me why my clothes are all sticky. including my fanny pack. yes, this is a mass text.
I made a google map for "places I got blow jobs"
tell me how i ended up in the movie theater alone with a bottle of smirnoff and a bendy straw.
He sent me a picture of him bent over showing his asshole with the caption "vwahla".... No more tequila for either of you
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
Please just tell me how ugly she was so I can bask in the diminishingly small reassurance that might give me
You put Smirnoff in your grape juice and called it communion...
announcing that you were the mayor of bjtown got their attention.
Don't you dare blame me for walking in one walking in on ur fuck session....u decided to fuck where we hid our booze
Don't send the creepy guy a picture of your penis. That's my Christmas wish
I grinded with the guy who brought the scooter, I'm leaving with success
when I type Christina's, my phone's predictive text assumes my next word is boobage
Cooked. Eating pizza. Didn't have a napkin so I took my shirt off and I'm using it.
Did you smoke and go to the aquarium again?
Sorry you uh had to see that last night. That's the problem with open fields, no privacy...
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