Its about making memories worth repressing
hot pretzels for dinner, snacks, and now breakfast...oh to be a poor college student...everyday is like a carnival.
The cab driver referred to me as his little gumdrop, im sure he won't feel the same when he sees the vomit all over his floor.
Freshman ate returning to campus. Let Operation Slut Storm commence.
I'll probably regret it tomorrow. But right now, accepting this $2000 credit card so that I can finance booty calls from across the united states sounds like a golden idea.
He likes bondage and spanking and shit.
Oh, so "normal" kinky not "I wanna pee on people" kinky. I can handle that.
His parents know me as "the white shoed screamer"
after attempting to eat a candy cane bigger than my hand i have determined there's no way to eat this that doesn't seem erotic
Did I call him? He cried after taking my bra off. You tell me.
I'm sitting at my kitchen table alone dressed as a dinosaur smoking bowls in the dark. Is this rock bottom? Or is this living the dream? Who's to say
I don't need inspirational quotes. If I'm going to be motivated, it will be by anger and spite.
nothing like a long car ride to make you think of all the bad things you've done
Dude. If you guys end up really liking each other, the color of his pubes won't matter. I wouldn't break a sweat.
You're a brave, albeit stupid soul for wanting in on the fuckery that comes attached to my vagina
Car sex in a public place. Boo ya.
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