Not even the dog will look at me anymore.
its impossible for me to find something that fits my tits my muffin top and my ass all at the same time
she acted like she'd never seen someone do speed off of a desk with a rolled up receipt. and she calls herself a grad student.
This is how I ended up being the slutty friend isn't it?
Meh. People are people bro. All of us are hairless psychotic apes. Happy 420.
He thought my hair would soak it up. I HAD TO CUT IT OFF.
Lets both be adults and never talk about last night again.
I want to preface this by saying nothing happened, nothing is on fire. It is mere speculation. Do we have a fire extinguisher?
So he came on my stomach this morning and I totally forgot about it until after you poured that body shot.
And then the templeton police were like "oh I remember her, yeah the blue haired girl that we picked up cause she was passed out drunk on the side of the road"
you made me suck your tit in the car and kept saying "good boy. I love you so much. good boy."
he keeps various drugs in his kitchen cupboard like groceries. that is my new life goal as an adult.
So woke up naked and found my clothes from last night in my kitchen with a half eaten quesadilla
Maybe you should slow down tonight...
KINGS DON'T NEED ADVICE FROM LITTLE HORN-BILLS FOR A START
I'm at the fucking ritz Carlton and I would leave here to cuddle with her. Not even fuck, just cuddle. What th hell is wrong with me?
I think it's called love, bro
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