i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
Give me the approximate price and I'll give you the equivalence in blowjobs.
He said to me this morning that we should finish these beers, go and get plan B then on the way back, go to the pub to celebrate the death of our baby. I love Manchester.
The chips are stabbing my teeth, and I can feel the muscle under my mouth contracting.
It looks like a tornado ripped through our living room and scattered clothes everywhere.
Count the bras. It was a category 3 whorenado ... I convinced the lesbians to come back to the apartment for a bottle of wine.
Also, I imagined that his bacne was bubblewrap and that made it much more tolerable
I woke up and he was starring at me and then said "do you believe in miracles"?
What can i say, i'm an artist. I think deep thoughts. In between the homoerotica and pterodactyl noises
Drinking Hot Toddies on the Porch and blasting bob dylans "hurricane" bring it on sandy!
I thought it was my alarm clock, turns out it was her vibrator still going off on the side of my face.
When / where did the additional couches appear?
Additional?
James brought one with him when he showed up. Theres still 2 outside and according to facebook, at least one more burned up.
Enroute to my place eta 6 mikes...estimated time until intoxicated? 45 mikes. Commence the timer.
I mean I faked it but he could answer my texts
Maybe if I ever do become a counselor, I would just implement a kind of intensive meme therapy.
Almost ran out to the street bowl in hand when I hear the ice cream truck pull up outside.
Everything about that text makes me proud to be your sister.
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