An ad on my facebook says "don't be THAT girl". Its like it knows.
I hid 4 bags of cocaine in your house. Have fun finding them
he asked me to put his condom on because he couldn't see without his glasses
don't leave me alone with all the disney princess sluts
The heaters out again. Makin a fire in thebroke toilet for warmth.
We had to go visit his dealer in the hospital to buy some weed.
I'd rate him "doable" on a scale from "ew, run" to "you should've already fucked him".
That's about an "8" on normal scales.
As I fucked him you stood outside my door screaming, "I'M NOT JUDGING YOU!" over and over.
I was judging you.
I would feel bad that's he's locked out naked, but the world should really see that.
He asked me to hum the Ghost Busters theme song as I was going down on him
Ordained minister or not I hereby renounce all moral responsibility for any and all related occurrences
I actually had to apologize for "being too aggressive about harry potter"
Xanax and cookies, it's good to be home
He told me that when he bends me over that chair I remind him of a bull rider. So thanks for being the ex that helps my present sex life
He's a freak. Not like "freak in the bed" freak but like "eats glue in the weekends" freak.
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