let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
I think whatever his name is just puked on the stairs. Just an fyi for the morning. Love you.
this is not okay. even my mom refers to me as a sorostitute.
I imagine her to be like a 19th century explorer/adventurer with different boys' hearts on her wall like animal heads
Like Teddy Roosevelt
I can't find my underwear or one of my shoes but he baked me cookies for breakfast.
He doesn't care. He wouldn't care if my vag grew arms and smacked him in the face.
crossed #23 off the Slucket List!
YOU JUST MADE YOUR SLUCKET LIST THIS MORNING.
Well, I washed his beard with dish soap and then I fucked him three times.
Best case scenario you died and I melt into poo
Always keep a stash of tequila in your work desk. That is like adulting 101.
I am so disappointed that he didn't steal a Christmas tree last night.
Ugh... The hoe gods giveth and the hoe gods taketh away.
i'm sitting in my room 'bout to smoke a bowl. also, i found out that you don't need a permit to own a tiger in wisconsin, so we're buying one when we move in together.
There is an episode of "how it's made" on tv right now. The subject is tequila and water beds. Basically my life.
I remember you banged her while I was dying on your couch, so good call
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