i cant talk right now. we are trying to finish our homework so we can play with play-doh
I don't care how hot he got, I can't get past the PTSD flashbacks of the first time he fingered me
Not much, just your average college male Sunday cleaning period blood out of the carpet.
Tell me you're kidding.
Besides scarred, I'm not much of anything right now.
OH BABY IM HERE AND IN A BLANKET FORT
COME TO THE BLANKET FORT
Yeah. I had to take off my shirt. It's soaked in weakness.
He ate me out in the forest at that park we used to hit my bong in highschool again, somehow this isn't what I pictured being 25 would be like
No sex in the champagne room. The champagne room being my life
You took off all your clothes to try on her fur coat and then punched me when I said you couldn't wear it to bed.
I jumped out of a moving car going sixty into my driveway because I had to shit so bad. It is not a good day today.
I'm scared to touch anything in this apartment. Even the ceiling.
I hate how she's getting mean with age
Meh, you can't hate. That's our basic life goal and you know it.
It isn't about the beer pong. It is about the destruction of the patriarchy.
I'm trying to blow this guy down here can you please get my husband out of the house.
ill give you some hints: blood, carnival, fog machine, happy meal.
Why do I always have at least 8 men with whom I am conducting some sort of poorly planned love experiment?
Randomize
