she's just sitting in a corner ripping all of the filters off her menthols
that sweater is a total boner killer. you might as well be wearing a wedding dress.
he like comes into my room and is like..."can you fix my pants" and then just drops trou
i talked to you about this last night, and you kept saying "he wants yo pusssaayyyyyy"
Chalk up having sex in a car wash.
there are casual beer cans in all of the public trashes, i belong here
we're like Indians of the 21st century. trading not for food and survival but personal gain and by trouble you mean getting daytime drunk and going to the roller ring then yes.
I just feel like you're using me for sex.
I'm glad you finally understand the context of our relationship
Got high with dad and hunted squirrels in the basement. Is this seriously what my life has come to?
At least one of us had a weekend full of money and dick
Man I was just the closest I've ever been to crapping my pants.
CRAIGSLIST IS NOT THE ANSWER
IM LONELY AND HORNY
Because talking after sexting is equivalent to cuddling after sex
I'm one bad relationship away from owning seven cats.
Call me Sherlock Holmes, bitch.
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