Little spoons don't ask big questions
vicodin is the reason why I believe in magic
It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name
I don't call you at 3 in the morning to start a fucking relationship.
how do you say "fuck me and leave bruises" in italian?
I wish! That ended in 2001 when we all got collectively band from the Settle Inn. As a group we are also band from social events at the zoo. It's impressive really.
We were just at different life stages. He wanted to get married and have kids, I wanted to take MDMA and fuck my roommate.
is it bad that my walk of shame involves the church shuttle?
So after he broke the crutches and got us kicked out of McDonalds, we stole a bike and when we got back to the hotel, he jumped out the window into the bushes.
Yeah when he is drunk, he seems to think he is Captain Americas Canadian counterpart, Captain Canuck
i just googled coccaine effects on sexual performance..maybe im dating the wrong guy
I had my first "Damn Kids/When I Was That Age" rant at work today. We need to drink this feeling out of me. NOW.
he appreciated my fucking vagina for two hours he can appreciate my honesty
Death by dick. An honorable death. Put a picture of his dick in the photo collage at my funeral.
Oh hello Jordan's parents, I'm here to have sex with your son. He's in the shower? Oh great, I'll join him
Thank you for being so charming, but do you have syphilis?
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