I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
Pick my eyebrow is burning. I'm sitting in the back of dolows vat and listening to jolly music and wilfgang is signing and looking food. Cute kid. Home is where I go now.
what. the. fuck.
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
I have the worst farts today, I'm walking by the cubicles of people I don't like and leaving them surprises. Brb.
I have had it with that bitchy sack of crazy. Iam done!
And he tried to make it as casual as possible by asking where i was going on vacation while he was poundin me.
whatever happens this semester dont let me be that girl yacking in the urinal. again.
See, not all bad decisions involve my penis.
I found your knife. It was stuck in my bedroom ceiling.
So the contents found in my winter coats this year: coat 1, condom and 10$. Coat 2, condom and 75$ check. Coat 3, 2.05$ and a sunflower seed.
Obviously coat 3 had the best time since you used the condom and all of the money
Naked. naked and bneed help.
All I have are vague memories of us eating ham?
So last night, I bought mother's day cards and the Plan B pill.
Im getting out of handcuffs then i'll give you a call
Fuck you bitch. You're married. You got a live-in dick at home for your needs. I still gotta surf this shitty town's bars for cock
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