Our house smells like week old pizza, beer cans, cigarettes, and depressing career tracks....get lysol.
Think about all of the events that have led to this: me sitting in the back of my classroom drinking beer out of a taco bell cup, telling the teacher I have to leave early to go to an AA meeting.
overheard a conversation between 2 lesbians: 'back when I used to have dick sex...' oh, vegas, I so heart you
If it was for sex do you really think i would asking for a mass vote? I'm like fidel castro when it comes to sex. No public approval needed.
who said I'd never amount to anything...i just won 'most enthusiastic' at my poledancing class
i looked up and she was looking over the stall watching me pee and told me to unlock the door. that dedicated to sucking my dick.
I had him autograph the condom wrapper.
YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT. I CAN BLOW SOMETHING UP OR I CAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, BUT ONE OF THE TWO IS BOUND TO HAPPEN
We both got free alcohol and got laid by foreign men last night.
I'm not going out again for the rest of my life. I can't top this.
He yearns for your heart.
He needs to stop being a pussy about it.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
It's been 12 hours since I have heard from you and social media has given me no indication you are anything but dead, so that's what I'm going with.
she just kept pointing at the cows and calling them field penguins
He eats kale on the regular. Do I look like a bitch that wants to eat kale. No. Give me some Boston market.
Sadly my Summer of Cocks is coming to an end
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