My mail consisted of a box of dildos and christmas card from grandma.
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
It's hard being an adult. And by that I mean it's hard to tell the boy you like who rejected you that you can't share a room with him at white party because you don't want to see him bang other boys.
Lying on this bed is like lying on love and marshmallows and joy
drinking vodka, listening 2 smh at 530am slow cooking beef stew. you'll enjoy the stew and worry abt me in the morning. bon apatite
You kept chewing on the empty milk carton and saying "kitty" over and over again. It was an interesting night.
How do you keep manipulating these men into helping you?
I'm a massage therapist with an oral fixation. It's not nearly as hard as you make it out to be.
He finally delivered on the dick pic, and Jesus Christ, it was worth the wait.
She kissed me, then said "mmm your face tastes like it needs my pussy on it."
I smoked then listened to a voicemail from my mom...I ended up yelling at my phone cause she wasn't answering me. Forgot it was a recording.
Remember when we used to smoke out of an apple at the playground? Those were some precious moments
I had sex in the tube at that same playground once. That park is full of memories.
Somehow I just turned an entire McDonald's bag upside down in my car and not a single fry fell out. The Lord really does work in mysterious ways.
If I'm not there when the plane leaves, I didn't make it through security. See you at home! Vegas bitches!!!
we should paint friendship bongs
But you''re still having sex with him. And a hobo convinced you to.
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