What a fucking waste of an outfit
Every time a guy reaches down to touch my vag, i feel really sorry for all the transgender girls who still have a penis there.
That's weird cause every time i feel a girls vag i feel way worse for all the guys who reached down there and got a penis.
its was like we drinking an entire bottle of mystery
There are rocks in my bed. And dirt all over my face. Explain?
Nothing like the It's a Small World ride at Disneyland to remind you to take your birth control. I took it on the boat yesterday
Sleeping with random people is the same as soul searching, right? Ps that wasn't a team name suggestion.
No memories of receiving this. Or of getting home. Or of apparently developing a taste for marmalade, which I assume is yours because I have literally never eaten it before. It's all over the kitchen. And my phone. And in my hair. Oh god I wish I wasn't on the train to work. X And sorry about the kitchen x
This is kind of a weird question but were you the other girl Ben asked to do a group sex thing with?
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
i would never take his side over yours. you coulda gotten knocked up from another dude and i'd be right there next to you blaming it on him saying some shit like "his sperm were just too sub par for you" or "shoulda had a bigger penis"
Sleeping with him wouldn't be considered hoeing out... It seems more like babysitting.
It's a sad day when you're not really phased by the McChicken video only because you've seen weirder porn.
The air I exhale reeks of whiskey and bad decisions
I just made myself 3 peanut butter sammies because I was too hungry to watch porn
Oh I had the weirdest dream in which I was an archeologist stealing a golden dildo from a snobby British person
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