its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
I am currently sitting on a candy bar to warm it up cause it was in the fridge so I can eat it while watching the last song and smoking weed by myself
It's shit like that that makes me wish being deaf was contagious
if this hangover is indicative of how 2011 is gonna be, i want nothing to do with it
Worst ten minutes of my life, it's was like trying to put a marshmallow in a piggy bank....
She wants to have naked weekends
They call that free range vagina in France
Walmart at night is scary enough without having to run into people you've slept with
We got back from Mcdonalds and literally 5 minutes of being in your room, you wanted to go back because "We haven't been yet."
Why can't I live in a world where my only 2 options are rum bikini hot tub party or masturbating?
If I can't get slightly excited by the thought of his face between my legs then I know I can never sleep with him.
i have an important question...can you drink in jail?
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
I sent him home with blood on his fingers and shame in his heart.
Why are there 17 orders of shrimp lo mein in the bathtub?
Turns out that fresh outta jail dick is quite something.
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