I just realized that "Hey girl, when you gonna let me tap that?" is in iambic pentameter. I'm going to write a poem...
It's gotten to the point where NOT peeing in the sink feels strange and uncomfortable.
So I'm about to go to his house and have "I'm really sorry for cheating on you last night" sex
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
i guess when we were done i grunted "unforgiveable" and walked out.
He was standing in the front door with a kareoke machine yelling at the neighbors as the unloaded their van
halloween is the only time that anne boleyn, the joker, a cowgirl, and a mexican man complete with sombrero and poncho can all hit the same blunt
I'm taking a dab in mourning of how long its been since I smoked with you guys.
I'm currently giving my drug dealer relationship advice. He's a nice guy and all but I'm really just hoping I get some free weed
I'm willing to share. He can have sloppy seconds.
I was so high I didn't realize I'd put on someone else's bra. I thought my boobs had shrunk.
Well. I mean as excuses for running late go, 'losing track of time in the bathhouse' has gotta be up there on the top ten.
Last night was great... In the "I got videotaped making out and getting a handjob on the couch in front of 100 people." kinda way.
When you wake up and wonder why your bleeding and it feels like you jumped into a ceiling fan, dont worry. Ill explain it all when I wake up.
dad says come back and get the lawn mower out of the pool before mom gets home
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