He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
the fog machine set off the whole complexes fire alarm
Well regardless of which drugs we choose to do tonight until four in the morning, we are having a wii bowling championship. So choose carefully.
You know me. Don't need roses, just dick and food.
You called me at 2am singing 'happy birthday' while screaming 'I fucking love you' verses, all while eating a burrito and taking a piss off your apartment balcony
Yeah I know, the people below me already told me
She's an honest to god fucking ballerina. She did things I don't have names for.
Oh fuck. There is like a human shit on the sidewalk. I hate this place.
I'm crying and shaving my Bronco playoff beard
I think I fucked up my elbow when I tried to fight off the paramedics.
I haven't even sucked a boob is 6 weeks I hate not college
He compared my blow job skills to finding gold treasure in a gold chest, so there's that.
Vodka and cigarettes aside, my body is a temple.
not that i'm not about exploiting men for money
plus like he's kinda a piece of shit. a beautiful somewhat talented piece of shit that hella needs to get his life together
Threesomes are not as fun as you'd think. I left with a black eye and I'm not sure who's to blame.
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