I always wonder when I meet a guy from online if he needs a moment to mentally register and accept the size of my ass. maybe ill wear a dress.
It snowed today. The whore-inducing weather is official over.
He was going down on me and raised up for a minute, slipped and punched me in the face. My lady boner left immediately.
So I am just swinging blind here, but I am guessing that blood in your sinus is not ideal
i swear to god. if they dont have practically DTF written on their foreheads, or a glowstick in their hands, strictly no entry.
If there's so much of a hint of a whisper from somebody I didn't tell personally, I will cut off your balls with a chainsaw, cauterize the wound with a flaming rusty spoon, feed your balls to your dog, and feed them to you when he shits them out, capiche?
I just need a text that says "put that food down bitch" and then maybe I'll lose water weight through tears
Well be careful man. Be careful. Wear shoes in the house. Safety. Safety first, then teamwork.
We created a neighborhood watchdog drinking game
Well I'm about 60% wine, 30% pure rage and 10% tears at the moment and I'm disappointed in how little alcohol is in me
I just need you to stay far enough away that I can't smell your cologne. I completely forget that I fucking hate you as soon as I smell it.
Like you can't just be like oh bb and THEN SEND ME A FUCKING PICTURE OF MY 8TH GRADE FAT SELF IN A TACO COSTUME
Let's just grow old together and be the crazy ladies that sit on the park bench, drinking booze from flasks and loudly talk about people who walk by.
I am going to bedazzle the shit out of your Basilisk costume.
What is ur current declared sexuality for my bingo board
Randomize
