meet me or not, i'm out of control
I can actually hear my brain cells scream as they die when she speaks.
My sheets, bed, and bathroom are covered in blood. She needed 14 stitches after a trip to ER. This is the last white girl I ever hookup with.
i feel like i was in a swimming pool of captain and coke and had to drink my way out
Use motel 8. I'll give you my credit card #. i'll pay for it cuz i care about your vagina.
That's okay, during storytime I would have to sit on my hands so I wouldn't touch everyone. Explains a lot...
I found out his name. Apparently we sat in the shower together and flooded the bathroom.
The black hole just entered the party man, I can literally see guys starting to move towards her.
I totally gave him head in sync to Beastie Boy's Sabotage playing in the background.
Just fat and dog and sweat all over the bed. All night long.
I did it on acid. I can cook bacon on any condition
So it was all good until she started grabbing my beard and telling me to "roar little lion"
Really though. It's your life, live it how you want
And I do mostly. Which is why I'm now drunk in my room writing erotica
people keep driving by and judging me for drinking natty outside in my underwear at 9 am. rude.
He fucked me while I was smoking his blunt. His apartment was trashed and he drives a van that looks like it’s been hit by a train but still 10/10 would fuck again.
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