Cold hands, warm shart.
we've reached the level in our friendship where i don't think he would rape me
I was just tapping my foot in the bathroom at Penn Station just PRAYING for anonymous sex. You know how that goes.
I hate myself for knowing the words to party in the USA.
My dad just decided to play wingman for me... I dont want to let the family down... but both these girls are hideous
By the way if you come home and I'm not wearing pants, just go with it. I didn't have the energy to go searching for some.
that's all we do, eat and hve sex, eat and have sex. he thinks it's bad and that we need to talk more or whatever but I'm just not seeing the problem...
In other news my cocaine dealer got arrested for heaving some kid out of a fourth story window.
The only thing I remember from last night is being naked in his bed if that's not summer drinking at it's finest then I don't wanna live anymore
Got an egg Mcmuffin combo, and put the hash brown in the sandwich. That level of hungover
I fucking hate humanity. I met a twenty three year old adult with an aol email account today. I'm not sure how those things are related, but I'm sure they are.
I told him I just left the convent and really wanted a man. He fell for it. Sure beats telling him I'm a nympho stalker that followed him to the bar when I saw his beard.
Definitely accidentally brought drugs into Disneyland. Considering using them.
as I was leaving in the morning with his clothes on his roommate pops up and goes 'don't you dare steal that shirt, i gave it to him for his birthday'.
He’s exactly what I’m looking for: he’s got a broken heart, a working penis and a new boat!!!
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