I was about to buy asher roth's album and then i realized he was a ginger. can't support
well on the bright side, he charges $60 for an eighth
so he'll probably take me somewhere nice
this guy literally just gave me a gold star sticker for the "stellar" blow job i gave him. ashamed? i think not.
He tagged himself in all of my pictures so he would get a notification if someone commented on it.
Restraining orders are what college is about.
Also, at 1:30 I emailed myself saying, "are you there Margaret? It's me, god"
u r missing out we r watching a tranny direct traffic in a gstring
You rubbing siracha on a cat with your feet is the opposite of what I want.
If I ever write a book, i'm calling it "why do i work with fucktards?"
It'll be a good sequel to my other book, "why do i sleep with fucktards?"
I'm going to have to start playing roller derby again so I can blame my sex-related bruises on that.
How dare you question the sanctity of Chocolate-and-Porn day
I don't know. Sometimes you can be a wild card with your emotions. Mostly the emotion known as anger.
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
I feel like my cat and I are playing mind games. I need more friends.
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS FOR YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE
Sorry I can't pick up... thought process is fine but too stoned to form words.
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