So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
i found out what alaskan girls practice during those six months of darkness
sorry I didn't call you. I had your number saved as "girl that offered bj but didn't follow thru".
i just entered cocaine into my calorie counter.
My mom made me chili for when I get home from the bar. Those are the standards I expect you to live up to
my neighbors garage sale is really cutting into the time of day when i can smoke weed on my deck.
Its become more of a routine.. Whenever I get done eating and have left overs I just take it over to his house and throw it all over the walls and windows. Pay backs a bitch ehhhh
She says she'll teach me how to make her squirt tonight so yea, I'm bailing again. I'm not sayin sorry since you don't have a better offer.
Sorry for drunk singing "love hurts" to you at 3 am.
I woke up covered in his pee. And then he poked me on Facebook.
It's a "party harder or raise your standards" kind if night.
DONT YOU DARE DIE YET THERE IS SO MUCH SEX TO BE HAD
I'm turning into an adult here.
Adults touch each other's special zones.
So stoned that I pressed the unlock button on my car keys to walk into my bedroom...
What the fuck happened last night.... I woke up with a bowl half full of ravioli next to my head, reversed on my bed still fully clothed.....
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