So I'm at the Chevron by your house. I need a condom and a couch.
Together?
Preferably.
He came through my line today and bought designer impostor perfume, just for men gel, and astroglide. I almost DIED.
i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
A horse told me not to drive home last night. I think there was a cop on top of it.
i keep seeing random pieces of my outfit all around town.
sometimes you have to go after what you want
true. and i really want to cum
Everytime I know she spent a lot of time on her hair for one of our dates, I intentionally cum on the top of her head. That's how she knows I pay attention.
It's the eternal vodka... it never seems to go away
What do you mean how did you end up there? You told him he had a face you'd like to ride, that's a deal sealer in any language.
Dude I am not desperate enough to pay my dealer in change. Maybe tomorrow.
I was mid-sentence and you stopped me and said, "Yeah.. for my vaginas sake, I'm gonna need you to stop talking right now."
I just don't wanna be that girl with no ride and no pants
You stumbled into the hotel room escorted by security and then went into the bathroom sat by the toilet, threw up for hours while slamming your head on the wall and whimpering "why" over and over.. I went to bed
You know why I love being a regular at this bar? It's because at a certain point last call is only a suggestion.
its as if im in a choose your own adventure book. except im not the reader and someone else is choosing my fate...one awesome decision at a time.
Randomize
