dude. i was so high. i watched shrek in russian.
You keep asking me questions like I have this magical thing called a memory
Everything about him screamed your future.
Two kids are drinking pounders in class. I think I'm hanging out with the wrong group of friends.
No jewlry, no bra, and no pen. I couldnt be more prepared for a friday morning class.
I really wanna talk..
if by talk you mean have nasty makeup sex involving marshmellow fluff.. I'm down
My glasses are somewhere in your living room. Also, my underwear might be in your bathroom or on or around your porch. Sorry.
His sombrero wouldn't fit in the car and I had to buy him some Jack to make him stop bitching. You owe me
What if we made a bunch of weed butter and then poured the butter into tiny rectangular molds and then chilled it so it was solid again and then wrapped it with the tin foil wrapping from restaurant butter and then left them at restaurants and wreaked utter havoc.
Haha. Fifty shades ain't got shit on me. My tits look like they got in a fight.
I lost all of my bathing suit tops.. This is both a success and a failure
You're too young to have this sort of Grizzled Old Drunk In Roadside Bar wisdom.
All I'm saying is Europe has not been easy on my vagina.
Also I like oatmeal more than sex.
His bedroom is the preferred destination of MILFs, cougars, recent divorcees and sexually frustrated wives
His penis is my hero
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