oh and i feel obligated to inform you that there will be no sexin' because it's 'lady time' for me. so this ain't a booty call.
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
I wish I could tape me & him having sex. Not for pornographic reasons, just for comic relief.
He wants to know how I lost my bra in his pants....id like to know too
There's just something about a dollar tree pregnancy test that screams THIS WASNT PLANNED!
All I could think about when I saw her was that she could be the mother of my future first round draft picks
there's no way I could forget finding someone else's hand in my pants
It's my vagina- remember its magical and yes I just did mini spirit fingers
I'm with the hottest fuckin fire fighter right now. I'm ready to fake my own death.
THERE IS SOMEONE IN MY CAR MILKING HERSELF AND TELLING ME TO TRY IT
But in defense of this shit summer we've had, I totally perfected my shotgunning skills. I have achieved my summer goal.
I got fucked in a bat mobile this morning. Being slutty rules.
Verdict: uncircumcised.
I asked him if we could have sex sometime and he sent me a three page long text about his feelings for me. that's the only possible situation I've ever run into where a "k" response would have been more appropriate.
All I know is when I asked you how many fingers I was holding up, you said "Hippo"
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