the bus pole looks like a man who feels guiltyty about something
You dropped me off at the wrong girl's house.
There's no such thing as a "wrong girl" make it happen.
alright see you in the morning.
whatever. i fb stalked him and his pic comments are witty. so i'm going for it.
and that's how I found out my dad doesn't believe in towels... holiday magic.
I have minimal recognition and a lot of burns on my tongue and my vagina hurts.
my left tit made it into the crop job on your profile pic, I knew it was good for other things
I just took a shit with a lightsaber in my hand. Dreams fulfilled.
Some daaay... Bet your bottom dollar that some daaay you'll do that mollyyyy
Dude. My knees have no hair on them and they're bruised. My thigh is killing me. I have about 1000 texts to about 5 exes which I horribly regret. I have pictures of my own penis on my phone. I can't find my iPad. And I have work in an hour.
But, if I start dating you brother, I can't talk to you about the sex anymore!! Like... Can we talk about it anonymously?! I just won't use his name.
It's times when I'm naked but also want to be platonically social that I miss you the most.
We could never date. He doesn't drink and he won't bring me tacos after sex. He's on that healthy life bullshit.
I think our maternal nature is best focused on grown ass men and cats.
I wish I could be the kind of drunk Bobbi is... She stumbles around outside at 4am with a broken high heel and babbling about rainbows and getting dick...
part of it says your brother mayyyy have put his lips on my vagina
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