You dropped me off at the wrong girl's house.
There's no such thing as a "wrong girl" make it happen.
alright see you in the morning.
there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
After the VIP Latina experience at the strip club last night, I am rooting for Mexico in this years World Cup.
I am highly attracted to the men and that's all i can say. I do not clap and make noises but i do turn to the side and say how i'd do incredible things to them if given the chance
the homeless guy was waiting for me this morning. this is the closest to a boyfriend ive had in years.
I vaguely remember walking down the highstreet with a plate of K offering lines to passers buy. I sold a line to a taxi driver.
He made me leave when I challenged "all you bitches" to a game of strip taboo.
When I got up in the middle of the night, puked in his trash can, and snuck out the front door, I pretty sure he knew it was over.
Had a dream I beat up niall then madeout with him while snorting coke out of a dragons egg
after giving head I just always feel like I need like. ice cream. as both a means of getting the lingering sperm out of my mouth, and a congratulations.
And tan into my neighbor in the elevator. She was going to the gym. I was covered in mascara and dog hair eating a hash brown
My soul is telling me that I need to take this exam naked.
She said I can't embarrass her, the challenge has been set
What part of I just want to watch porn, eat Taco Bell, and masturbate did you not understand?
That same damn squirrel keeps staring at me like I did something wrong. Nature knows when you're hung over.
Randomize
