There was a ginger baby in the car next to me. I almost totaled my car into the center divide.
I tried to assassinate the ginger baby
just got dressed up for chatroulette- THAT desperate.
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
I was literally just a half conscious dildo.
Im drinking a large pickle jar full of Emergency, water and left over pickle juice and I dont care.
Happy heartbreak day....you got chocolates, I'm eating them/ throwing them out the window at passing couples
But he buys me breakfast and goes down on me THATS HARD TO FIND
Is there a reason there's a dick print on my seventh-story window?
There was booze on his face and I wanted it. I'm not sorry.
I've come to the conclusion that Jesus and 2013 are haters.
You suck at answering, but you did manage to avoid a fun conversation about hemorrhoids. So maybe you're great at answering.
I feel like my vagina was just in a fistfight.
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO BLAST VANESSA CARLTON IN YOUR CAR AT MIDNIGHT TO FEEL AGAIN. IDK.
I think he's only dating me for my ass...
Ugh I feel like I just got hit by a big giant sex bus.
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