Don't feel obligated to get back to me but I think I just fell in love with a middle aged waitress at the Dennys in waco. She's used but in good condition.
I told him I was pregnant. Figured it would soften the blow of telling him I had herpes.
Did it?
Not as such, no.
i just found a bag of weed behind my capital one card. i guess that's what's in my wallet.
I'm drinking early times at a fridays on wednesday night. This entire bar is going to see my dick by last call.
closing bar tabs have helped me with simple math in college.
No.. It's totally over.. He deleted the poke I sent him.. That makes it official.
This kid is too lonely to be my drug dealer.
One fish gets drugged and suddenly I'm labeled a bad pet owner. This is so unfair.
We team puked and then made sex like wild monkeys. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.
Nothing quite like pre-gaming the Kentucky Derby with adderall and adderall. I'm fairly confident I could outrun all of these fucking horses in a foot race right now.
Am I allowed to compare getting cum'd on the face to a warm summer rain?
it's like getting dryhumped by a chainsaw in the very best possible way
Basically, I'm sure one day I'll look back on this part of my life and be ashamed....
On another note I never thought having a drug addicted stalker would prove useful
Pray for me. I just had a sex dream about Debbie Wasserman-Schultz.
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