I am at a striph cluv. They are ovealls everywhere. I have hot rock botto.
he was like a christmas ornament you would hang on the back of the tree....not great but still made the cut.
so sad. i just ate the last good 'n' plenty out of the bottom of my purse.
It was all about her orgasm last night. I felt like a human dildo.
apparently he's bringing me two things i like. he said one was him and i'm assuming the other one is his penis
i was way too optimistic last night... got back to my apartment and the porch light was still on, like i'd actually make it all the way home.
Some random walked into our tent, woke her up and said "Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts!"
Nothing like the It's a Small World ride at Disneyland to remind you to take your birth control. I took it on the boat yesterday
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
i dont know whats weirder. that i told him he stabbed me in my dream or that he told me i wasnt the first girl to tell him theyve been killed by him in a dream
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
His cat kept scratching my feet while we were having sex. There's only room for one pussy around here. It also concerns me that he owns a cat.
I just want some dick and chicken fingers please advise
I have the overwhelming need to take care of him. Both with my vagina and like emotionally.
Oh god...Did I just fuck a sugar granddaddy?!
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