i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
HE had a tribal tattoo tramp stamp, jasmine.
just got my girl scout cookies. wanna get high?
I need to shower. I still have paint on me from the homeless guys
Trying to guess which perfume the stripper was wearing based on my bf's clothes
But the ghost of his schlong past haunts you
there's still three solo cups of your puke in my basement. so that needs to be solved at some point.
You called a girl at 4:30am to tell her "your pussy is my top priority" while simultaneously Urban Spooning late night cafes.
Hooked up to multiple episodes of Even Stevens last night. What the fuck.
I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to be half naked and covered in glitter without facing judgement or legal prosecution. I'll be there.
My trash can accurately represents my weekend: Bojangles wrappers and magnums.
And he listens to me when I talk to him like the hulk.
I haven't answered because I haven't figured out a polite way of saying fuck no
He was like "why do you look so cute today?" and I said "I showered" and he laughed. I wasn't making a joke
No. It's going to be "I'm mad that it took you so long to get over here" angry sex.
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