Don't worry, there is no such thing as a fat, old or ugly blow job.
We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
I woke up this morning with a bag of pepperonis in my bed.... and my facebook status was "pepperonis"
there was this guy running across campus barefoot in the pouring rain stepping in all the puddles. i want his life. and i want to be stripper.
I opened a jar of Ragu so I could use it as a cup. You tell me how it's going.
there are some nice people on this island. free ride free pancakes and they even prayed for us when they dropped us off
like he couldn't stop by and throw me in the back seat and ask for a blowjob? he had to give me flowers?
Fulfilled a bucket list goal last night. Borrowed a dollar from a stripper to buy smokes
God bless Atlanta.
Okay well we need to be adults. We're gonna end up with diabetes or some shit.
No foreplay. Missionary. Too quick. And he owns a fedora.
I almost fell asleep reading that.
I almost fell asleep fucking it.
You know you're hung over when the glare from the cream cheese on your bagel is just too bright...
I feel like every young boy's first wet dream is too have sex with the Pink Ranger. I am now fulfilling that dream for one man. I am a hero.
Also send boobie pics with bobs burgers in background its the only way to get me off anymore
Well, I currently have zero fuckboys and my vibrator just broke. A fresh start to May.
Has anyone heard from Jamie or has she actually just been having sex for 48 hours?
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