Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
and ill be dreaming of you. not in a creepy way, but in an inappropriate way
he's been in the country 4 hours and we just did it in the closet. he called me "miss flirtatious in the cupboard." i'm in love.
Also, new rule: You are no longer allowed to send me a text with the word "dildo" in it before 10am.
It's hard to take you serious when you're crying your eyes out wearing an adult sized onesie.
Also I legit had a girl at my bar crying tonight saying to her friend "why did he have to take his top off ?"
I just heard my parents fuck. What. The. Fuck. My rooms right under theirs.. My dad barely even lasted a minute. Im almost ashamed..
That was the apt with beer in the juice and the floor caving in. Don't go.
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
He asked me if I remembered touching his police badge. awk.
I know I'm moving in six days but getting wine drunk and laying in bed just sounds so good right now
God bless the petty bitch who invented screen shot
I can't remember what I did last night, but judging from the state of my hair I had a pretty good time.
Because of you I can never eat chicken nuggets without thinking of you fucking him. I hope youre happy. I really do.
Yo I'm lookin at the cows. They're just fucking docile things
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