Sry I called you an 8
how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
Last nIght I drank wIth the new guy from fellowshIp & my pastor I've known sInce I was 7. It was agreed by them that I had nIce tIts. I'm not weIrded out In fact I'm flattered...
Why does every girl think its ok to cheat on their boyfriends with me?
Just woke to a Christmas wrapped pack of hotdogs in my bathtub. How high did we get?
he keeps calling me but I'm too scared to answer... Not sure what he's gonna yell at me for: barging into his room while he was with another girl, filling her shoes with dog food and water, or hiding his keys in the garbage disposal.....
I am sitting here. Drinking from a bottle of vodka. Eating shredded cheese from a bag and waiting on him to pick me up after he finishes with his girlfriend. This is what dreams are made of.
After so many times of carrying your puked covered clothes home in a bag on a Tuesday morning, you begin to realize that Fucked Up Mondays aren't a real thing.
I JUST WANT TO HAVE MILDLY SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE SEX WITH HIM AND CALL HIM CUPCAKE.
he told me while inside me and mid thrust that he's dreamed of that moment since high school... awkward
It's like your tits told gravity 'fuck you, I'm fine right here!'
I fucked her ex bc she fucked mine but now we're cool and I'm watching her dog this weekend
He's a douche. But I like the way he chokes me.
I seriously just rolled a joint on my high school diploma. I feel like I've come so far.
Apparently I gave a guy a hand job on the dance floor. ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
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