You can't wash away shame.
I can try.
nothing this campus sells is worth it. not even sex.
Apparently everytime he put me down to bed I escaped out the window, I faintly recall climbing into the canoe in the back yard, and air paddling.
there's just a random girl here singing about how much she loves fiber
it's like doing a sit-up... but, you're inside someone
He asked the clerk if they sell a penis-shaped brander.
Ya he's alive. Apparently he's been drinking Naty and listening to Unbreak My Heart on repeat all day.
Tell Chris I said sorry for yelling "It's my vagina, let me do what I want with it!" at the party last night.
You want a summary? Scottish women that start drinking at 7 am. Cherries soaked in moonshine. Japanese beer. Old men smoking stuff that I'm pretty sure is illegal here and in Japan. One is doing a karaoke striptease. There's your summary.
What are you doing? Because if it happens to be drinking, or even any activity that rhymes with "drinking", I'll be over in 5.
Just follow the currents of life. And if they take me on to a guys dick, so be it.
You could be a whistle.. And just ask bitches if they want to blow you all night
I have a corndog on my dresser and a trashcan of puke. Thanks for a great night!
I have just received a gold-medal-deserving sext. He wrote me a fucking novel. Not only am I incredibly turned on but I am beyond impressed. He is the sext god. I must bow to him.
Just let me put on a bra and brush the alcohol out of my hair.
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