i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
I feel like a bad episode of csi trying to figure everyone's DNA that's in me
Yeudjkisdjxbfceryuj. i love having a qwerty keyboard just so i can do that.
Their bromance is so intense that they don't even eye-fuck when they see each other....they eye-make-love.
he was fingering me, then looked down and said "i like your socks"
Yessssssssss. I got taped to a couch last night apparently. I also thought i was close to scoring after talking to some chick about hard boiled eggs
were drug buddies, doing lines off her ass is just a bonus
This girl did not understand, once police sirens go on, road-head needs to STOP
She gave me a handjob at the dinner table while her dad was carving the turkey. I made eye contact with him. Im pretty sure he knew.
YOU'RE FORCING ME TO BLOW A GUY BY NOT ANSWERING MY CALLS
From the same High Brittany who brought you such thoughts as, "Fuck, am I wearing shoes?" Comes High Brittany on a date! Stay tuned. This will be interesting.
I'm getting better, this year I only showed up drunk to 1 final.
I ate breakfast with him. And by ate breakfast I mean we fucked on the kitchen table.
That cat I follow on Facebook beat cancer so we're drinking tonight in celebration
after we fucked i left the room and when i came back he was patting his dick whispering "prouda you lil guy...prouda you"
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