He muttered something about having just washed he sheets, then demanded I give him all my quarters.
id tell you what to do, but my morals dont exactly scream, "Listen to this guy!"
it sounds like her vocal chords are covered in pudding and rocks. come get me.
ISS teacher has a tramp stamp.
Shotgun.
we need to stop having unprotected sex.
ya i know. we're like the secret life of the american whores.
the moment we started interpretive dancing last night wouldve been a good time to stop drinking.
you'll be horrified to know he's visiting next weekend
You two are a rollercoaster of sex and silence.
Can't talk right now. I'm doing tequila shots with my professor at some Mexican bar. That's how I prepare for finals.
So this is where people who peaked in high school come to drink?
We fucked so hard and loud that the everyone at the party downstairs starting chanting his name. Oh I we broke a lamp.
I tried to break it off with the married one. He offered to pay off my car.
The side bitch struggle is real.
I am watching xfiles and eating microwaved cookiedough, and I see nothing wrong with it.
It's been 12 hours since I have heard from you and social media has given me no indication you are anything but dead, so that's what I'm going with.
He adjusted my bra straps while I blew him.
I don't know how it started but we all ended up shirtless andI was covered in crawfish and wearing a sombrero.
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