I honestly don't know what my boundaries are, but shitting on me is crossing them.
Not gonna lie i was comfortable between the allsups air conditioners while you were talking to the cop.
The other. Cat spoke to me and left. This shit is laced
The first cat might save me but they are taking out masks
But today feels so special with katie getting herpes and me cleaning my room. Good things are happening.
I vaguely remember stopping for a bag of bugles and some lube and then I woke up this morning with melted chocolate on my hands. I think I love him
Nope if you can't be there for me emotionally, then my vagina can't be there for you physically. That's my rule.
My body is like , remember when you wouldn't let me puke last night? Good luck at work fucker.
Every minute you wait for the sex that's not gonna happen, we're missing a tone deaf, drunk, tard-asaurus rex half-sing a 90's song to a bunch of other dinotards at karaoke.
The problem is that you are trying to hold on to some dignity. Let it go. I hope your rash gets better.
Like I owe him sex. Hell fucking no. I owe myself sex. With a celebrity. Or a clean pornstar. Who knows.
Still fucking the ballerina?
She can put her legs behind her head.
Enough said
If we were teenagers we would intentionally be trying to burn down this historic landmark
Oh well, he'll live. He has a hand and a penis.
Btw that $18 I gave you to run around outside naked came out of your wallet.
And on the way out from Applebee's he tried to take the basket of toothpicks claiming he was using them as a tax write off. Last time I babysit my dad on thirsty Thursday.
Randomize
