I hope to God it wasnt poon. That odor was unnatural, it was satanic pussy.
hey what are you doing
hooking up with some marlborough girl. shes gorgeous!
i texted you because i like you, and i told my freinds you were my fiance. but sine we're not dating you're not cheating and i'm pathetic
I dont think problem is the right word. Problems arent something you enjoy. Life would be too boring without gambling.
she refuses to pay for the plan b and so do i. it's the most dangerous game of chicken i've ever been involved in. but i have my pride.
last night we were having sex and i didn't care if i got off. i was just holding up my hand behind his head so i could look at my new ring. i think he knew.
I think this hangover is going to kill me. If it succeeds I would like you to read a dramatic rendition of 'Trapped in the closet' complete with interpretative dance at my funeral.
That boy has a whole ocean of crazy lying just beneath the surface waiting to rise up, he's like the tar sands of crazy
I think having a vagina should be considered a skill, give me a break.
We just had a 30 min argument on the actual birth date of Jesus, it ended in my brother and ain't cursing each other and an 8 yr old answering it by using Siri.
I am drinking fireball and apple juice out of a sippy cup like a fucking toddler.
His dad was on the tv delivering the local 11 o' clock news while we were having sex
I've only fucked to 2 Fleetwood Mac songs, that must be why my life feels so empty.
I'm going to leave the 5 dollars that fell out of my bra while fucking in his room on the dresser as an apology
I'm totes in the mood to go home and like blindly inhale dangerous amounts of porn
He’s got a big dick and a big ego. This could be fun
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