This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?
like why cant he just admit that he still wants to fuck me even though im underage
guy in the car over is getting some terrible road head. he just gave me a thumbs down when he noticed i was watching.
2 bagels in my tummy and my herpes on my mind
i'm considering texting him with "i'm leaving the country for a year, wanna fuck?"
do it. it's every man's dream.
is it bad that upon arriving to my fourth sex toy party the sex toy lady instantly recognizes me?
I'm stoned and have been watching so many cartoons that I changed the channel and real people were on, and it scared me
I always know the weekend is over when the real license comes out and the fake goes back into the hiding spot.
How dare you. Idk what you called me, and neither does google translate, but you better take it back.
I'm having Vietnam flashbacks. This Kid I hooked up with is speaking in class and I keep experiencing the terror.
I feel like I'm laying on a pillow cloud. With little baby angel fingers between me and the cloud lifting me up. Singing hymns in my ear.
He pulled over in the Compass Bank parking lot so I could dry-heave, but I decided I couldn't vomit there because "I bank here."
And that was the night we had mind-blowing sex with the score from Raiders of the Lost Ark blaring on vinyl in the background...
I just woke up with a cowboy hat on my face and a playboy from the 90s on my chest
At some point i am going to say to you "i have this really bad idea! You in? " just go with it.
Randomize
