he literaly had industrial grade plastic underneth his blankets
so...he totally just used scissors to cut up the weed. a wet paper towel to moisten the blunt....and a blow dryer so it wouldn't be wet. this dude either has the worst case of OCD or has the potential to be the next martha stewart.
She pointed at me and told her friend, I'm going to fuck him, its going to be really loud, so yes, i need the whole basement.
i dodnt think we hooked up bcause he actually texted me the next day
I'm legit concerned I might pass out this weekend from having too much sex.
We had to go visit his dealer in the hospital to buy some weed.
There was just way too much discussion about my penis at that party
Yeah, but he has adorable dimples and dimples talk me into things.
In case you're wondering what frozen hashbrowns taste like at 4 in the afternoon, shame. They taste like shame.
My vagina has a heartbeat. That means I'm in love, right?
When he was leaving this morning he said I'll text you later on and I replied with if you don't that's cool too.
he's smothering me... and not in the good, can you move your thigh off my face please?.. way
Hey sorry if you felt me holding your hand in the middle of the night I was actually just checking you had a pulse
The internet was right. Snorting muscle relaxers is awful
he just kept biting everyone and singing hilary duff songs. i can't even bring him to a gas station.
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