meet me or not, i'm out of control
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
i have received so many congratulations texts this morning. sleeping with him really was a good decision.
Just made gatorade. in the bathtub.
when the police officer said he was gonna take a picture of the car accident, you asked if you should pose on the hood
He sent me $300 worth of sex toys. My clitoris went into hiding after two days.
i'm having flashbacks of crying and telling you i was made out of egg salad.
I'm still not a hundred percent.. I haven't shit anything solid in two days.. I have pulled my puker muscles and I can't take deep breaths cuz of other unidentified muscles/maybe heart attack
You have all of her herpes and none of my sympathy
Why can't I live in a world where my only 2 options are rum bikini hot tub party or masturbating?
I lost a whole day of my life. Apparemtly I was using my deodrant as a phone. And is my phone there?
It's cool dude. The dank is in the form of premade smores with honey grahm crackers, marshmallow cream and 420 brand choc. bars. NV weed laws have nothing on me.
"Let's do body shots off the freshmen" is officially the worst thing I've ever said.
I wish more of my problems were easily solvable by taking a good long shit.
I don't care that he's really strong. I need him to make me cum not fix my back problems
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