so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
Yo dont text me then not text me
That was a long time ago. She needed the money.
Do you remember using the heel of your shoe as a shish kabob stick? You offered me some chicken, but I declined.
No, no, no. Fuck you. I took a glass blowing class solely to learn how to make that bong. You shattered it and my dreams in a matter of five seconds.
The fact that he grabbed my boob in the middle of the conversation shows something needs to change
nope im down the street in my car watching the front of her house. its actually less creepy than it sounds
My lower body still feels like its been through a garbage disposal and a trash compactor. In that order.
These days, you and me are swimming in dicks.
Marco
Polo
You left a motherfucking bruise. ON MY TIT. How? How do you even. No.
It can't be Friday yet, in still getting friend requests of people I don't remember from last weekend
Do you ever just feel the storm building inside of you that tells you you're ready for a giant indiscriminate fuckfest?
You chased a rabbit then knocked on a police car and asked the cop "if he saw where that little bastard went."
Rule number 1 of dorm living: do not forget your butt plug in the bathroom.
Totally unrelated, but by the way I DO have one ball bigger than the other.
Randomize
