I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
She was stumbling around looking for her cat. She said i could help, but i had to call him by his jungle name
yeah, but the first step is admitting you have a problem, the next step is kidnapping him
i wanna meet her so much more now that I know she got toed in a hottub.
Well, if he didn't want to get caught mid-gay experience by his girlfriend, he shouldn't have pushed so hard to do MDMA with me.
The party went downhill once the fire department had to be called to put out the kitchen fire.
My cab driver just suggested I brush my teeth because he can smell "the party" on me.
We fucked to showtunes. Never going out with a theatre major ever again.
"Friendship bread", "how to get period stains out of cement", and "elephant bereavement" are all in my recent google history. Whatever shit that was last night really did me in...
I take to many stalker pics of him. If he ever looks through my phone he'll never give me sex again :(
It was a shot marathon. It only ended because we werent drinking in our house apparently we walked into the nieghbors. When they got home thy were soooooo pissed.
I last recall trying to play piano and asking justin for drugs. I would like to think I then gracefully laid down on the couch and shut my eyes like a sleeping kitten.
She looks like a hot George Washington...I'm going for it
My brain and heart say thanks but my vagina isn't super pleased with you right now
I'm topless, wearing a fur coat, stink of sex, and eating dim sum. 2015 is off to a great start.
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