I woke up this morning naked, with a to-go box from Qdoba, an entire meal completely untouched. I have been piecing together my night to find some answers. I feel like Nancy Drew.
oh well at that point I was already depressed with life because I had watched the bratz movie.
i wish there was a 'silent except for booty calls' volume level on my phone
Nothing says true friendship like 2 people bonding over potentially having AIDS.
I really want to know why half of my kitchen floor is missing.
This is part your fault too. Don't tell me your dishes are unbreakable and not expect me to prove you wrong.
On my way back to his place to see his "art". Why am I sure this is going to be nothing more than his dick in a box?
I'm sorry but I have WAY too many sex/ hookup related bruises on visible areas to be going home tmrw
i know you're upset so i should probs be supportive but i've got nothing in that department. your life suuuuucks
I just woke up naked next to a GetGo sandwich and I can hear my cats are eating my combos. So that's my life.
What do you take me for? I'm not trying to lure you into bed with stories of my dead aunt.
And by not handle it I mean it makes me want to sit on his face
The night's not a success unless at least 60% of participants wake up with bite marks on their genitals the next morning.
I don't know what kind of parties you go to, but we should hang out more often.
I just mixed tangerine juice with sauv blanc. on an unrelated note, my episide of intervention is slated to run in April.
I'm so sorry for trying to eat your puzzle last night...
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