Hey sorry about saying i hated you. it was the coke and the ice cream.
before smithy murders me i need you to know 3 things. 1) i got with smithy's little sister last night. 2) i will always love you like my own brother. 3) smithy's little sis digs anal.
I want him to get the hint. I sent 4 texts that only said "sex."
the facebook you made of my ass has 10 times more friends than i do.
his mom and I have the same butterfly tramp stamp. don't ask how that came up
My mom gave me a book called "why good people do bad things"
I didn't realize you were one of the "good people"
I briefly wondered why they weren't in school, but after the tinier one shouted "check out dem titties!" I had my answer
rolling absolute tits, turn on the red lights for when i get home.
Ah, drunk me ordered sushi at 3 a.m. for sober me's lunch the next day. EXCELLENT
I just looked down and realized I was walking around in briefs and a ninja turtle shirt; and for a second, I thought I was 8 again... Weird...
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
Yes ma'am. I'm attracted to unconventional people, you know that.
True. I can't judge, half of my sexual partners I only know a false first name & a number. We all have our kinks.
So how was it?
The cemetery or the sex?
its Niagara falls. its like international waters. You can get away with anything there
Let's get this straight. I am six fucking feet tall. Do you even understand how limited my options in guys to date are? No. Did you see my last three boyfriends? I looked like a fucking giant next to them. So I will fuck this six-foot-seven Italian model even if I am the ugliest girl at this party because, goddammit, I deserve to.
Randomize
