I wanna crawl in your skin and have dreams about Bobby Kennedy tonight.
Locked out of the apartment with just a box of wine way to begin the weekend.
We were busted for public indecency in the back of my car in the parking lot. This time we were just reading my Cosmo magazine.
It's alarming how good I'm getting at being productive at work on Thursday after Johnny Walker Wednesdays.
i just wasnt prepared to have the baby of one of two french firemen. threesomes are too confusing.
i'm not accepting baked goods from anyone for awhile. especially after the stalker pie.
his life revolves around getting high and answering people on yahoo answers. he's perfect for you.
the campus cop used the word depravity in our citation.
I saw him walking to campus with his beer in his hand in the same sweats he wore walking to campus with a beer in his hand yesterday.
I still can't believe he turned down that threesome with us in central park. He must be really committed.
dude when I get home wanna help me fulfill my dream of smoking a bowl out of my saxophone?
My night can be summed up in 3 words: Vodka. Threesomes. Hospital.
This Christmas I would like to thank Jesus for cocaine.
I told him he looked like my uncle.
Why would you say that in a bathtub?
I would climb him like a jungle gym. Enthusiastically and creatively.
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