the bulge in his pants is not junk. its hair. trust.
I closed that bar. Sang every Beatles song in the book. Made Somoan friends.
She passed out in my bed last night before anything happened. She felt really bad about that, so she gave me head when we woke up this morning.
if we dont hook up this weekend, im doing both his roommates
Do you know many girls there are in gay bars waiting for me to do coke off their tits? A lot.
i wish i had a super power and that that super power was shooting out mdma from my fingertips or something
I can feel my moral fiber fraying.
But he buys me breakfast and goes down on me THATS HARD TO FIND
I'm doing laundry from this weekend.. That poor shirt I wore to the rave smells like a dead animal that rolled in weed and pain..
Doing a circuit workout and using a power hour playlist for my 1 minute timers. I am getting old. creative, but old.
I'll text you later. I think she thinks we're taking this whole "no sex" thing seriously.
Some guy I've never met before just came outside and started rolling a blunt on our fence and passed it around to all six of us. At eight in the morning. Today's gonna be weird.
I think it was a low point but honestly at this point I've had so many that my life is like a valley
I texted him "my vagina is pounding for you"
I know, you made me proof read it.
mother daughter bonding time. she's helping me make jello shots.
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