So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
She kept saying I was her favorite Jonas brother, and for some reason, I was ok with that.
It's like, I'm the official vagina for that DJ group
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
Cookies. Watch out fir falling satellites.
Hahah fuuuck, bag pipers played around me while I threw up. Literally
Until then we have the self affirmation from retweets and nights alone with pizza..
He can spot Burberry from half a bar away. He's not into vag
nothin like your phone freezing up and sending out old booty calls at 11am on a sunday. fml.
Got laid in my rudolph onesie for the second year in a row. New tradition? Absolutely.
Please tell me you aren't concussed from dancing on the stripper pole
somebody went from crying while watching Full House, to a full on emotional raging bull...I love this time of the month
Apparently mr clean magic erasers don't clean blood off the ceiling
Moral of the story: I had sex to Back to the Future last night.
Something I can get at drive through, boobs out, don't want to get out of the car
Randomize
