So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
she wrote "SORRY" in her vomit and left
I didn't think I could chip a tooth while giving a blowjob until I met him.
You mean 'full wolf form' wasn't a drunk text?
its barely noon and he already threw up and i have second degree burn
Thanks for talking me down from peeing on his window last night.
I am now curious as to how you would have aimed.
My tits are coming out a minimum of ten times
Can we do a version of last night where I actually remember shit?
I walk in and my mom has a Christian workout program playing. It's like, gospel music with an "electronic" beat to go with it. And then they try to save your soul at the end. I hate being home.
Everything I own smells like cigarettes and victory right now. The smell is never coming out.
Is there a particular reason why everyone is now calling you Butt Doctor?
Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less.
I'd have to have a ring. Like I don't want to be called "the ex girlfriend that shit on me"
Remember that one time you told the bartender he was fuckable? Well, he's here.
You ran outside mistaken the snow for sand and started screaming "WHERES TH BEACH"
Randomize
