i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
her vagina looked like a handful of raisins.
I really wish I could go back in time to change the course of events that led to me sitting on the internet at 3 Googling 'Traumatic masturbation' while talking to you about failed dates, and running a virtual restaurant in a video game.
scale of 1-10 how well do I give head
5, but i have never had a 10. best was an 8 so if i grade you on a curve you are a 7. ish.
And I'm PMSing. So if I'm not crying, I'm masturbating.
I have to have sex with him again. I feel like I need to train him so no other girl experiences that bad of sex.
I can't believe I paid your booty call for a ride home in cake.
It's almost like he dry humped the last remaining bit of good person out of me.
I just look @ having a child spit on you as another form of birth control. I think my ovaries just tied themselves in a knot.
My goal is to not catch on fire... But if i have to dance im going to dance regardless of the danger
Today, my weed came in a pokéball. I officially love my dealer.
The ecstacy made me so dehydrated I started licking condensation off car windows
Between his smile and monumental dick even the virgin mary woulda blown that man and I am far from the virgin. I didn't stand a chance.
I realized today that the only things I'm guaranteed to have with me at all times are lipgloss, condoms and a USB drive. hmmm...
Unless my dick prospects improve this year’s Halloween costume will include panties with “DTF” written on them and a push up bra
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