I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
Just seen on a tshirt : "fake titties taste funny"
She thought I was gay, so I told her I'd be more comfortable with anal. She agreed.
Can't show you right now as we are in public and he refuses to let me photograph his penis in a bar.
Something's wrong. My throat is definitely not in it's normal spot. Way too low.
This santa hat i wore to the bar, served it's dual purpose as a vomit bag.
Serious question: when you had my right nipple in your mouth, did my nipple ring have both of the balls on it, or was it missing one. Current situation: missing one.
There's something very strange about masturbating in a hotel room. I feel like I'm cheating on my room...
I'm going to be fiscally responsible and buy a handle.
I feel I must have sex with him first to fully decide where my vagina belongs.
He's over here like "remember those pics you sent me a couple years ago? Those were hot." And I'm like "remember talking about what we were gonna name our kids a couple months ago? That was hot." Therein lies the disconnect
A German guy asked me to take a bath with him. I can't tell if he's just an eccentric European or a run of the mill creep.
2 weeks into this dating someone with money thing and I already don't know if I can go back to the being poor life
Keep two things coming: nudes and puppy pictures
dude, there is no doorman in your lobby and the front door is locked
oh yeah, sorry he's up here at the party. coming now
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