I think I died a long time ago.
all she had left on were here heels. phone five
he's drinking at 8 in the morning. it's going to be one of those "or else the terrorists have won" kinda days
he said it was like fucking a big sack of slut potatoes
I just feel as thought we should spend the day in which we celebrate relationships the same as how we started them. Drunken hook ups.
You're probably reading this when you wake up from your "nap" in the front yard. Maybe next week you should go to class, and not start Thirsty Thursday at 9:30 in the morning.
It sounds like heaven mixed with world peace and orgasms. The acoustics in this car are awesome. Or it's the weed idk either way it's great
Topless bubble bath with a lesbian is debatable as a gay experience.
What if we made a bunch of weed butter and then poured the butter into tiny rectangular molds and then chilled it so it was solid again and then wrapped it with the tin foil wrapping from restaurant butter and then left them at restaurants and wreaked utter havoc.
I got really upset about missing him last night when I was demonstrating penis sizes of the people I've slept with using a tape measurer to my roommates
I woke up naked with a $20 bill taped to my titty, so I must of had fun.
We share an apartment, weed and genitals. It's called being practical not in love.
I felt like I was selling my soul to satan but then I realized I already pawned it for drug money
I made a separate snapchat account so I could swap nudes with a guy from omegle.
Why do all of your bad decisions sound like fucked up mad libs?
I found out he hated a girl that I hate so I fucked him. My reasons for fucking guys are getting bad.
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