Btw I've read that book you bought me...And I'm such a bitch now
But I don't think guys love me
we were just talking about designated drivers and i suggested we each hire a mexican day laborer to give us piggy back rides... i have the best ideas eveeer
The shirt is mine, the pants are mine, the bra not so much
I feel like banging her is an expected thing. But banging you would be like getting a 36 on the ACT.
I cant prove it..but im almost positive that you were just outside my window watching me while eating out of a bag of Cheetos...
come find me. Outside the bar we were just in waving my syringe in the air
i finally decided to cut him off after he he looked me dead in the eyes and said "how have i been inside you for the past twenty minutes when my pants are still on?"
He was just lying on my lap in the backseat screaming how if the cops came he was a blanket.
Do you think blood ever gets sick of carrying all these drugs around?
Like, there are so many different things we make it do, and it just wants to settle down and be a one-drug fluid?
Stop reading WebMD high.
Then he rubbed shampoo all over my arm and shouted, "Garnier FUCK THIS."
Thanks for fingering me to orgasm during Wu-Tang Clan
Idk what's happening right now but im wearing a tutu and pissed as fuck.
There's a lady rapping at me about making healthy food choices. She lives in a refrigerator. This is not okay with me
my mom walked in on me eating her out, and i can never kiss my mother again.
He's a security blanket. A security blanket who FUCKS.
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