would you ever date a girl who drove an 89 Chrysler LeBaron? - for the record it's a convertable
I puked in the cab and in my hair and he didnt even know
I have a pussy blister if you wanna poke at it with a needle tomorrow...by this text i realize just how strange our relationship is, especially because you're probably excited
I think you mean your blister is filled with pus...atleast i hope
I gave him head while he watched NASCAR. My future flashed before my eyes.
Too many sundays start with me waking up still drunk in my car.
He told me to fuck off at some point in the night. I think it was right before he jumped out of a moving car trying to get to another bar and made Abby cry.
If he can forgive your lousy blowjobs, you can ignore his terrible driving.
the police told me I had to sign a waiver stating that my car will no longer be used for crime activity.
He gave me twenty cool ranch tacos and declared, drunk, " Look, I do good"
We haven't been trashed enough to shut down a bar together in four days. I'm starting to worry that we're growing apart.
I miss using glorious as an adjective. I'm gonna start doing that again. And I'm gonna try to get cuntatrosphe in there some more, too.
Yeah he told me he wanted a serious relationship, but he's posting pictures of his dick on Kik.
Will you be doing the frenzied booty dance of passionate ownage on my penis tonight
His mom wants to come see the dorm.
Hide the whip.
She was sitting on the couch in his tux jacket...no pants, eating cold vegetable lasagna. Yet I'm the weirdo?
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