He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
yes he's amazing in bed. he made me like, black out. everything went black it was weird. so yes, i'd fuck him again. plus, he has every season of buffy on dvd
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
I'm pretty sure I just overheard my boss call his sperm precious metal...
i'm pretty sure i saw my life flash before my eyes when we ran a red light. i continued to drink and be the drunk backseat driver.
she texted me out of nowhere. and I wanted to get drunk. like I didn't even have her new number until 6 hours ago and bam we were rolling around drinking cotton candy vodka from the bottle she had stuffed in a boot
I opened up my wallet and it was filled with puke.
Also txt me when you take your first dump of the year... I'd like to synchronize if that's at all possible.
Standards are awful. It's like living in the zombie apocalypse. You can only have sex with certain people
I think they were making kool-aid in my bed. There is lots of sugar and my hands and face are stained blue.
I think the closest to heaven you can get in this world is your morning dump after a night of Molly
I almost just texted "I'm lonely" to my gynecologist.
I'm gonna have to kick a girl scouts ass...
I'm going to tell you a beautiful word.
Fellatio.
also, when i showed up he started talking to me and eventually asked me if the girls treated me well. i went on to talk about my sex life. he was talking about his secretaries.
Randomize
