you don't remember? you called me at 330 crying because you were in the middle of having sex with corey and forgot his name. all you kept saying was i'm a drunk bitch.
i have one hour to talk myself into enjoying giving him a blow job when i get home
I'd like to come home and be able to sleep in a bed that's not filled with crumbs from you getting too high and passing out while eating. This is seriously getting ridiculous.
My goal for this summer is to make enough extra money to be able to afford the ticket for water skiing naked.
I'm 25 and she is 19. She wants to practice blowjobs on me because of my stamina. Not only does the GI bill pay for me to go to school I am teaching a freshman blowjob course. I love Texas.
fat people need to stop using the handicapped bathroom stall so I can have sex in it. it's common logic
But seriously, I hug most of my drug dealers.
Bartenders are not toys. I repeat, bartenders are not toys.
I don't deserve a penis
So I just sneezed blood everywhere. On the upside. After yesterday I feel way more confident AND I give even less of a fuck.
Seriously, fuck work.
uh yea I'm curled up in the trunk of my car
I left my panties in the microwave for too long and they caught on fire
He added me on LinkedIn while I was baking weed brownies in the boxers he left here... Is this adulthood?
Well I want to be mistreated and called a slut and finger banged
But I guess hugs would be nice
Greattt I just sexted my dad trying to write u back
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