also i tucked his toothbrush in my shirt. why? i dont know.
man, i hate rosetta stone. i wanted to impress this girl with italian last night but all i could say were things like "a blue airplane" and "he is wearing a white shirt"
for on dont try to tell me you love me after three weeks of talking, for two if you are going to do that stay away from the song lyrics to a very good country song that you happened to ruin by using it, and for three erase my number im fuckin your sister now
Tears do usually get me what I want. That and oral sex.
There is a half eaten corn dog and soy sauce on the counter... WTF did you eat last night??
Lesbians. Lesbians everywhere.
I don't think I own any pants that haven't seen his bedroom floor anymore...
My passouts and memory loss are great training for when I have alzheimers. You'll know where to look when I get lost.
Your panties and toothbrush are in your mailbox. just not ready to be with anyone serious. take care.
Nobody is here, I still yelled for someone to make me some toast. That my dear is commitment to doing nothing.
I asked him how his night was and he sent me a picture of a bottle of Ciroc with a bendy straw...
I don't even know man. I was to busy having beer showered on me and grabbing some balls
he fucked me wearing a cowboy hat and made grits after
We call him Texas for a reason.
Also I will be receiving my own bra in the mail because I left it at his place, woops
the next morning his mother came in to tell me that she made breakfast. she told me to put my clothes on too. awkward.
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