How much cunt could a cunt bag punch if a cunt bag could punch cunt?
I fell off the front porch last night. Actually.. I dove. I dove off the front porch.
all ten of us were sitting in his room with the lights off and staring at his colorful moving screensaver for two hours. That high.
Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
I don't care. I'll be that guy that eats cake in a car. Alone. With the doors locked.
I'm wearing the jeans from casino night. Tell me why I have a napkin in my pocket that says 'dont fear me'? I'm hoping it was just a coincidence.
You are softly singing to the wall while slow dancing with it. I feel as though you should discontinue this behavior.
Apparently unused tampons can also double as things to bite down on during public sex to prevent screaming...
I deem her datable let the dance of attraction commence
You have like just as much sex as me and I have a brand new bf. That does not add up. That is not right.
I stuck my fake eyelashes to his balls after he passed out.
I only see on penis in this picture but I assume there is another lurking out of sight.
I feel like I have a very capable uterus.
oh you can't commit, don't have any real ambitions, and love to drink PBR? well.... sign me up!
I like to make sure they know it's casual by giving then a high five after sex
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