...i apologize for hitting you up so much tonight im just kinda in a little pickle. im going to sleep in my car near u so pretty plz lmk if you head home...
My feet smell like cheese. Makes me hungry.
Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
this guy showed up at my house asking for his sword and cape. something tells me i shouldn't drink that much again.
You know... If I put the same amount of effort into school as I put into giving women orgasms I would be a Rhodes scholar
And by "got a tattoo" i mean i got a tattoo in the dorm bathrooms with a guy using his cousin's tattoo gun.
Well I blew a guy I barely know in full view of a homeless camp. That's pretty tame for me.
that's all we do, eat and hve sex, eat and have sex. he thinks it's bad and that we need to talk more or whatever but I'm just not seeing the problem...
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
Go big or go home. Or get a live in house boy you met 7 years ago and feel like you have unfullfilled potential. You know, the usual
TOUCH YOURSELF. DO IT.
I don't think that's how you're supposed to sext
If I do nothing else today, the fact that I talked you into this is achievement in itself.
He had an extremely smooth butt for a man with such rough hands.
nobody was home so I boiled the dildo
Disclaimer- Don’t worry about my wounded nip. I put a bandaid on it.
Randomize
