I am at a striph cluv. They are ovealls everywhere. I have hot rock botto.
His dick might not be the answer to my problems, but I'm definitely ok with testing it as a possible solution.
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
You were spooning my trash can and I had to crumble cookies on the floor by your face to get you to eat
i'm satisfied with the level of pretty that his new girlfriend isn't.
I miss waking up knowing you're passed out under my bed.
Just picture a dyson vacuum with razor blades. That's how it felt.
Okay, just a casual question: how did i manage to get grass stains on the inside of my bra?
We aren't really supposed to respect our bodies til our mid twenties.
Maybe if I get to know him I'll stop wanting to fuck his wife so much.
Also there's so much vodka on my breath that if I blew on my fingers my nail polish would fall right off
Found out my grandpa had two wives and found out I'm eligible for some internships 11/10 would do acid again.
I'm torn between wanting to wear lipstick and wanting to make out with strangers.
Does your Fitbit monitor your liver failure?
Who the fuck is "nick from the beach last year"
No idea hahaha...why?
He just texted me.. Should I ask where I met him?
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