So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
nah, shes just mad because we went through all her fb pics and tagged her crotch as all the guys shes fucked
He thanked me for being "his little blond pogo stick last night". Good thing?
Actually considered writing down one of the numbers on the bathroom stall. That's how much I miss vagina.
He filled our room with little plastic cups of beer so the only way I could get out was by drinking them all.
I had a moment while I was smoking where I was looking at these palm trees and I knew how dr Seuss came up with his characters.
I asked if he wants to help me spring forward at 2am on Sunday. He seems down.
I'm pretty sure the bus driver knew how hung over I was and hit all the pot holes on purpose. I threw up into my water bottle.
Just found an unopened tied g of coke on the floor in her room... she thinks the maintenance guy dropped it earlier today. This takes the cake for sketchiest apartment.
I sent him a picture of my boobs instead of saying good morning. I'm trying to tell him how I feel in a language he'll understand.
While he was at a job interview yesterday, I was dropping acid. So that's the aesthetic of our relationship rn.
Well, I could just slap my dick to my phone and see what it says
She texted me this morning asking why all of her house pillows were inside her mini-van.
So thats where i built my buckingham palace
I just got a rock from a customer. Weirdest. Tip. Ever.
I guess it's too forward to greet him with a blow job?
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