the last thing i remember is you screaming lets hunt humans.
He had a stripper pole in his bedroom. I didn't know whether to be impressed or creeped out.
The sweet smell of jungle juice and bad decisions is calling our name.
When I realised he had a girlfriend I just started telling them about my ex and how I write poetry about him. Which I then read to them. They just gave me pity looks and left me to finish my spliff alone.
I just found a video of you asking to be a whale with me.
cant tell, his cock is acting like one of those inflatable arm waving things outside the market
Well despite the fact that I'm still not entirely sure this isn't an elaborate/cunning plan to kill me, I'm in.
Well his arms broken so they only cuffed his good wrist to his belt. That's how he cast smacked me in custody.
Apparently drunk me thought it was a good idea to buy $100 worth of band aids and stick them all over everything in the apartment.
Might be using my graduation money to pay for an abortion.
That's too much drama for once a month dick... that's in-house dick drama only
Don't forget to make sex 3rd on your calander
I’m not closing myself off the to the possibility of making a bad life choice.
I'm pretty sure even the managers want me to show up hungover my last day, it would be negligent and disrespectful to do otherwise
I absolutely love waking up to see my phone search history is "xj" "qj" "cj" "uj" and "kj"
Randomize
