Your mouth is God's brothel.
Can you still call it a wet dream if sandwiches were involved?
Living room yoga. I'm too hungover to deal with anyone else's chi today.
I already have one guy that I have regrettable sex with. I don't need another.
DIN'T JUSGE NE.
just had sex on top of a camper looking at the stars, BEAT THAT.
I'm sorry but I require more work than your hamster. I need food, a minimum of 5 pillows, and I need to be played with daily.
He wanted me to strip for him. I told him that we aren't at that serious of a fuck buddy relationship yet
You're a five foot adderall and caffeine fueled ball of sexual frustration and suppressed rage. It's only a matter of time before you snap. We're taking bets on when.
got into a verbal altercation with Luke Harangoty last night over a table. Called him a cross-eyed fuck and got the table.
If you can't accept me drawing a Santa hat on your penis then we can't be friends
This feels more like a conference of all the people I've fucked in the past year.
I have a completly random but serious question. Can I make a paper mache mold of you ass and turn it into a pinata filled with airplane bottles of liquor? Its for my art class
Cheyanne in woods. Ducks attacked. My toe is bleeding. We are gpsing our way home on foot. No worries
I wanna get to the point where I can just send a question mark and get an exclamation point in response
Randomize
