Ha i know. My vag can't go too crazy for a boy halfway across the country. It doesn't have that good of range
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
idk if you're aware of this...but we could potentially have the greatest hate sex...ever.
Apparently 'she used to sleep with my brother' is not an acceptable answer to how do you know each other.
I've crashed the car, it's a write off. The police are here and I'm dressesd as a crayon.
its like..once you have one emotional drunk night, you can't stop. i feel like i have to end every drunken night in tears and i dont think my roommates think it's heartwarming anymore
Either I just got hit on by a 10 year old.girl dressed like a boy or I just got hit on by a midget lesbian. Either way I feel uncomfortable
But here's the wonderful thing about us. It's us. You could invite me over, get really wasted and end up sleeping with someone else and id be there in the morning to take you to breakfast.
Tomorrow may or may not be a problem cause i'll be wonder woman for a halloween party aka i'll be fucked up & try & jump off of shit thinking i can fly
That is NOT what pussyfooting around means. Try that again with your toe and I break it off.
all we have is white fucking wine this is a travesty it's christmas not a fucking funeral
You've created a tinder dominating monster.
I have never in my life been turned down for sex until this weekend.
Welcome to my everyday.
PLEASE LET MY BIRD FUCK YOUR BIRD
Oh yeah, it was definitely the best sex of my life, I just don't think I can fix the kitchen table before my parents get back...
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