we've reached the level in our friendship where i don't think he would rape me
I knew I was high when I wanted to write a poem about how great it felt to wash my face
Got home. Hugged Mom. The look on her face indicated she noticed nipple rings.
I'm gonna need a helmet and adult supervision by 9...
the ball fondling will be left out of the trip recanting
I'm standing outside of the bar watching homeless men teach a kid how to pee of the sidewalk.
I gave up. I'm crying over my notes. Oh, ya know, just another drunk finals week
Like an undercooked grilled cheese that got cold again. But hairy.
And there goes my desire for sandwiches. Forever.
We hooked up and then we watched game of thrones while he fed me chocolate. I don't see how our benafriendship is a bad thing.
Grass is always greener, Allison, grass is always greener
The grass is drunker and I'm lying down on it
no strings attached, like you could fuck him and then throw him off a building right after
Of course, you have to give the courtesy text like last night when I told you my dick was gonna smell like peppermint
Also that boy who jizzed in me wearing Cowboy boots and a plaid shirt snapped me at 4 am and said "I owe you a dinner. Sorry"
He once bought a dildo and put fifty dollars and a happy anniversary note in the battery compartment I gotta lock him down while hes available
finals do horrible things to a person. i haven't worn pants since friday
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