love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I'm currently looking on facebook to see how slutty the girls from my kindergarden class are now. I have a problem.
I learn from experience and I experienced what it would be like to completely lose my mind and then wake up with a stab wound.
I just used bulldog clips for nipple clamps. Also, a wooden spoon as a paddle. DYI Domination or Ghetto Bondage?
Drunkenly making hamburger helper. I just whispered "I can't wait to have you in my mouth."
Did we pole dance in front of my boss last night or was it just me?
I just screamed IM THE CHUPACABRA and jumped on his dick. I need to evaluate my life choices.
Dude, you got arrested and then texted 911 to tell them you'd been kidnapped with a screenshot of your current location.
You woke us up at 9:15 am still in your toga from last night saying "welcome to my house party...party". You had already filled up the pong cups with yaager/fireball and ordered a chicken platter... Who even delivered that that early???
I wiped my ass with some girl's sock, I would honestly admit if I hate Caitlin's sandwich.
new low: I blocked him from seeing my snapchat story in hopes he will text me because he'll be afraid I'm dead or something
Well I'm glad your Saturday night went a lot better than mine. I spent mine crying in a McDonald's parking lot.
You is single now. The world is your ass buffet.
The thought of you trying to procreat frightenes and disgusts me!
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