No, you can still breathe under the balls.
noooo, I woke up on his pack porch and the SUN WAS RISING. I saw red lights everywhere and heard sirens so I just ran for my life.
My leg won't stop wagging. It's like it's congratulating my vagina.
And then I learned that we are dating when I said it's out of line to bring fuck buddies home to meet the parents. And then I was single.
I think i can hear god laughing at me and yelling "thou shall pay for thy habits of underage drinking" through a megaphone directly at my eardrums
His penis makes me feel like a mystic dragon sliding down a turbo slide covered in white gumdrops and sour cashews
Same.
I can't even look at my running shoes. I swear I drank more in the last 2 days than the last 6 months combined
What's the mantra for Sunday?
I will not have sex with him.
Anyone who has court these next few days keep your head up & smile knowing we broke the County Record with 27 underage consumptions
They were out of soap so you started calling yourself a dirty bitch
I'm scared because his knowledge of star trek is turning me on
Do you ever get a cramp in like, ONE labia?
It's almost sad. It's like the Harambe of vagina stories really.
Is it day drinking when the suns up like when does that start
asking for a friend
I think I should've done my makeup before I took the acid. Because now I just feel silly looking at myself in the mirror
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