i'm out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.
I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
When we were fucking i started barking and growling at her.. you shoulda seen her face
Getting blown during the Cavs game doesn't make it any less depressing.
Contrary to what peaches says, you can't fuck the pain away. Full story later. Have a good morning, buddy.
I said i love rain, just to change the subject, and he said 'id like to do it in the rain'. Dear lord. He doesnt stop
I found a map from his room to his bathroom this morning in my purse. Apparently I was too fucked up to get there without one.
Apparently I was trying to convince him Springsteen has had buttsex. I ended the argument with "I bet he came from it too."
he keeps trying to sext me and all I can do is respond with descriptions of what im eating.
I feel like death crawled up inside me and died. That sick
I'm texting an actual stripper. A male stripper. I dont wanna talk about it yet
I would say I miss her friendship, then I remember that she gave 4 guys the clap. I'm good.
He has a beach house and a Simba tattoo. Our wedding is next Tuesday, hope you're free.
Please don't fuck the professor. We both know that won't end well.
Uhm... Found a ziploc bag... In the freezer. Sam, thought it was lemonade. Why did you make frozen piss at my house, again?
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