we have a love-hate relationship...we love having sex but hate waking up next to eachother
How can it be called memorial day weekend....I don't even remember this weekend
I'm using process of elimination to determine which of our neighbors i fucked last night.
Memorial weekend is going to be amazeballs. Jungle juice, drunk guys, and my vagina being stimulated by the vibrations of a 4 wheeler. I mean there is no way that can go wrong.
All of a sudden i love everyone. In all their flawed and failing beauty. This is pretty good weed.
That gas station is used for only two things, picking up moonshine and getting murdered. Only two outcomes.
Just you wait I'll be crying and puking everywhere in no time
Its not like i paid for sex. She was stuck there, we simply exchanged rides.
I get hit on by the prison guards every time i go to see him. Seriously.
Hahah. They reconnected again?
Like with his penis I guess
Sleeping in a car was not on my list of plans for the night.
One last thing: he lists glow sticks and tacos as things he can't live without. How would we not be friends??
Turns out that fresh outta jail dick is quite something.
I am so so sorry I bit your butt last night. Twice.
Im drinking a CAN of bud light at the bar. Do you really think I care anymore?
Randomize
