please pick me up with an explanation of why i shacked in a trailer with a guy who doesnt have a car.
Hes a 32 yr old divorced sailor that calls me almost every night drunk begging me to call him big daddy. I think i might need to change my number.
Yet again my drunken self has managed to find his way into the middle of nowhere with no shoes or recollection of what happened last night.
Then I guess you don't remember me driving you there after you tried making out with my girlfriend, dipshit.
Today in class was pretty awsome. I dont feel like i have to throw up and im actually paying attention. This is a first for friday
Could you please tell them to stop whispering "thundercunt" every time I walk in the room?
I thought about donating plasma but thats not the way i want to find out that i have aids
NO. NO LET HIS PENIS TOUCH YOU.
All I remember is folk music and a lot of drugs. I am never going "on an adventure" with you again
I'm going to assume that "the army of generous folk dancers" is no longer a goal you are willing to fulfill
Thanks for bringing me tea/a bucket. You have earned yourself a face touch.
Ok. You have started something that can only end with a picture of the inside of my butthole. It may happen today or next year, but it's on my agenda.
I'm not into beards but apparently my vagina is.
Not sure how but he broke three of his fingers while giving a blowjob. How does someone that accident prone survive to adulthood?
I was just thinking about all the dick I could catch while I am home. But then I realized I am too lazy to get out of my pjs and leave my cat.
Where is everybody?
It's pretty much split between the strip club and jail.
I'm dancing with a sandwich I just made cause I'm so happy how delicious it tastes, that high haha
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