He said he was from Mississippi and my vagina clamped shut like a frightened oyster
so we'll all just be running around naked, basically. and high.
so when i dont talk to her she talks to herself...idk whats worse
It's not just about fucking anymore... We decided we're actually in like now..
I threw up red last night... I wanted to pinch myself because it wasn't green.
so it turns out, not only do the doormen judge the girls I bring home, but they rate them.
I'm making tacos. Give me one good reason why we shouldn't be high while eating those tacos.
I feel like I can hear facebook. What did we smoke?
OH MY GOD DO YOU REMEMBER WISHBONE? DO YOU REMEMBER THAT LITTLE BITCH? WHAT'S THE STORY WISHBONE
He just told an 8 year old to go fuck himself so we probably won't be in the butterfly exhibit much longer.
While we were having sex he asked me if I wanted to get wingstop after. I think I found my future husband.
I spent the entire night stroking his hair. He was cool with it. Never thought a ginger stoner would help me work through my social anxiety but here we are.
currently working on a look that screams, "I'm dead inside, but still trying to enjoy the ride"
I love you man I just want to hold you and fuck you until you only know my name
I don't know who you are but HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY NUMBER
Remember that one time you told the bartender he was fuckable? Well, he's here.
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