Nah, lets use your guy, my drug dealer is going all pineapple express on me
Let's pretend this is a good idea before I change my mind.
When I was with my girlfriend I was averaging 1 random hookup a week. In the 2 months I've been single I haven't got any. I think I need her back.
I left boob prints on the hood of his car. Something to remember me by.
Hypothetically, if a stripper with braces bites you on the cleavage and it leaves an open wound, do you need a tetanus shot?
The last thing I remember was doing a line in the shape of Texas
I had such a pleasant walk of shame. The sun was shining, I smiled at all the high school suckers who judged me on their way to school, and I made friends with an old guy and his dog.
He visits one Denver strip club and now hes moving there
We took her out for fresh air and next thing we knew, she was stumbling around the backyard picking dead leaves up off the ground and putting them in her shirt to "save them".
This medicine is making me nuts. I just woke up and I thought I was in a glass case with Asians staring at me.
I offered him midol and told him "it always helps my period so maybe it'll help yours"
He just didn't want his drunk dick pulled out of his windbreaker at the family party
This is like the first time all week I've properly taken my birth control. My ovaries are so stoked I just know it.
I'm in my math teacher's garage hiding right now because I fucked his son last night. It's fine
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
Randomize
