I don't even know what he looks like, all i've seen of him is his dick
the rest of him looks just as crooked
Sorry if I ruined your sex last night with my constant text updates about the plot of Bolt.
the trash is collected at 5:50 on mondays. i was up puking all night and heard them
his profile picture is a blurry one of him holding a beer. i recognized him instantly.
Swallowing. Like you said. Lions. Always.
Hovering on the line between her being fuckable and me being too drunk to fuck. Life's juggling act in progress here.
still using moms red Christmas cookie plate she sent to cut lines on. not sure I can return with a clear conscious
i just remembered that i did the "single ladies" dance ON THE BAR...fuck you slippery nipples i curse the day i discovered you
It would just be icing on the fucked up cake we're baking, if he got me pregnant.
Nope, can't do it. It's a snowball effect. Today, leggings as pants. Tomorrow, female hitler. Natural progression.
How do I respond to this?! It's not easy to say "you're hot & the sex was good, but outside the bedroom you scare me"
I just realized that every possible way I walk to campus I walk by the house of someone I slept with
i definitely signed you up to receive text message notifications from a jukebox last night. Not even sorry.
I went from swearing off of sex to planning a threesome. It's been a rollercoaster of a day.
Just realized that I bailed on you guys yesterday just so I could get wendy's. it was worth it but still, sorry
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