'Watching yourself cry on Photobooth' is the new 'watching yourself cry in the mirror.'
Drank beer out of a hotwheels bucket all night
dont worry about it. i always have emergency bong water with me
i don't even specifically remember last night, it's just one big wonderful lesbianic blur.
Her legal name is Candy. Her being a whore is implied.
All three women i have fucked in the past week are here in the same bar. Gameface, go.
Gonna go for any of them?
Thursday night girl, but friday is watching and tuesday is serving us.
There is only one good excuse for how sore I am right now. And that is incredibly acrobatic sex. Unfortunately for me that is not my excuse.
Indeed. The kind of morning where puking in someone's shoes is not frowned upon
i have two emotions: emotionless and blind with rage
Pants-less sunday? Also I'm high and independence day is making me cry
im coming over
I FOUND THE NORMAL CONDOMS. THIS IS GOD TELLING ME TO CHASE AFTER MY DREAM.
I feel like you guys are talking about real things and have real problems and I'm just over here like 'should I take muscle relaxers or get drunk tonight?'
I have chafed skin from the handy she gave me. I told her that and she said return the favor when it heals. I'm in love.
I'm fucking sick of guys. I think I'm going to date myself. No drama. And I know I'll always put out.
What's the weirdest place you've ever had sex?
I don't think you're psychologically prepared for this conversation.
Randomize
