we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
my dad told me i had to spend my money wisely..so i spent the money he gave me for a desk chair on weed. ill be so high i wont even notice its gone
i know. thats why i need an open bar. i'll get hammered and make a toast about how his dick is like the titanic. large, but full of failure.
I just dropped macaroni right down my cleavage. For the sake of our future, I'm really banking on this being a turn on for you.
Writing apology letters and leaving them on peoples doors for your actions is NOT what I want to be doing at 6am.
I am listening to lecture and I can hear us in the background talking about anal beads.
he had me stop mid-blow job to make me use my phone to id a song on the radio..
i wasnt really sure how to responde to that.
You dropped a beer and it was like when wilson floated away. Complete with sobbing apologies
Shit, no womder she didn't wanna fuck me
The hospital waiting room is starting to become a very familiar place to me.
This is seriously fucking awkward. My favorite sex scene just started and my dad's still here. He offered me Cheetos.
when i woke up with 300+ messages I didn't except them to be about coyotes and burning shoes.
I swear to God...this day is one great big who's who in the land of fucked uppedness.
i'm trying not to stalk him on facebook
i gave in
I’m so poor I’m filling a flask with vodka and bringing it to the bar.
Have I told you i love you?
there's no need we are two peas in a naughty pod of fuckery
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