I just finished washing your number off of my chest. I'm Bryan by the way.
well at least you didnt have sex with him. i feel like a proud mother. you always have sex with them.
The last thing I want is a chocolate mold of my cock competing with my real cock for time spent in your mouth
I tried to bribe him with road head and his toothbrush.
Only sluts go out in this weather carpe diem boys
If my sophomore year were to be made into a novel, it would be titled "dances with salvia"
he looks SO much like Drake, I feel like an extreme groupie every time we have sex.
can i text him and be like "oh yeah, forgot i kinda made out with a girl this weekend. For future reference, does this count as cheating?" ?
I need to get a job that holds me accountable for something. Otherwise I wake upon Monday wondering when the booze store opens and if I still have a boyfriend.
I'm a great relationship counselor. My vagina will let you know if your relationship is gonna work or not.
He sent me a snap of him eating a tamale shirtless. I think I might be in love.
LOCK HIM DOWN.
Also we had sex while listening to fleetwood Mac on vinyl. Like the 70s called and told me to fuck off
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
Don't come back. They don't have pants.
Oh god.
God has nothing to do with this.
I didn’t spend $100 for a wax to sit here and listen to you FT your brother to complain about how bad the Jets are.
Randomize
