piano lessons. No girlfriend. What's up.
you had a panic attack, pissed yourself, and started crying. you never go above the kiddie level of my lil bros schools haunted house ever again.
round 2?
EVER.
No she hasen't showed up to my place yet, last I heard she was puking as she was walking without stopping near the park.
we need to drink more beer. the fridge wont close.
Can I just say that you're probably one of my favorite people to have sex with and then eat hummus with at 3:45am?
Please show REO speedwagon ur boobs for me.
Last night dinner was cinnamon buns and whiskey. At least tonight I had a fajita with my cookies and tequila. I may be a little stressed about these end of semester tests.
We did hand stand push-ups while beer bonging. Its now a thing
Like please, take your microdick and try to stick it someplace else. It is not welcome in my world.
I've been to his house multiple times since that night and I STILL can't find my bra. And he says the hot tub ate my thong.
The fact I have to evaluate my choice between tequila and fruity pebbles is a clear image of my life right now
They found me wandering around campus screaming body shots over and over again wrapped in a curtain
I came so hard I literally levitated off the top of his dick. Gravity was no match for that orgasm!
Typical Sunday morning text...are you alive?
oh you can't commit, don't have any real ambitions, and love to drink PBR? well.... sign me up!
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