if you come down to my room ill tell you a secret
one two three fourrrrnication!
Maybe I need a light up heart over my vagina like Christina aguilera to get the point across
is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
She bought a fucking hedgehog. And that's just the tip of the crazy iceberg.
Come outside. The vendor wants to go out strong tonight! Russian hooker interviews. Don't ask. We leave in 3 minutes.
I think I just accidentally agreed to become a surrogate for a gay couple
This isn't just a hangover. I can feel the blood moving through my veins, and it hurts.
Not genetic. He's drunk and texted me a dick pic. Not genetic. Thank God!
Today is an "outside sex" kind of day.
Ok she stopped using her fork and knife and is legit eating that steak using her hands.
HE HAS CHALLENGED MY BADNESS. I MUST CONQUER ALL THAT QUESTIONS MY POWER. BRING FORTH THE TIT PICS.
And it's settled. 10 months is the appropriate amount of time before having the dick pic discussion.
Just so you know. And I'm telling you this because I care deeply for you. Blue raspberry poptarts taste exactly the same as the regular raspberry ones.
I wet willied a stranger last night didn’t I?
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