To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
I think the phrase "bag of smashed assholes" describes it best
He's telling me stories about how he made out with a 14 yr old when he was 22. I'm going home.
we talked about european history as he fucked me from behind in the shower... i think it was a success
we literally hit three floors of our apartment building searching for condoms. also got macaroni.
and I keep making him eat me out and buying me presents, this is paradise. I wish he cheated on me earlier.
I feel like "stop licking my face" isn't something that needs to be repeated twice
Hi future me, I saved you a big mac under the bed.
Now if u will excuse me I have to go prep my vagina for this amazing sex filled weekend I'm about to encounter
Reasons I shouldn't drink... My twitter drafts keep getting more and more emotional.
I wish you looked at me the way you looked at my brothers penis
I'm just going to take the mature adult root and ignore him for a bit, and then pretend like I didn't see him jerking off.
He can't say no, it's my spiritual goddamn quest.
Mom is so high she had to turn off the ceiling fan because it was going too fast and it freaked her out.
I'm fucking camped out by the bathrooms. I think the poopatrator is in there. Wtf is my life
Almost an end to the saga.
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