let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
so i walked in, looked up the stairs and all i saw was smashed pumpkin, tube socks, and marinara sauce
I think I could pass a breathalyzer. But with like a C.
i walked toward the cop car thinking it was the liquor store lights nd by that time it was too late to escape the trap
he said that weed should be legal but that particular bong shouldn't be. i stared at a clock for an hour and a half after i ripped. so logically, i completely agree.
It reminded me of the time my mother gave my Bailey's in my stocking when I was 14.
It's like if you got one of your titties chopped off...think of how much one would miss the other...that's how I feel when we're apart. A tit with no twin.
Drinking loves me for WHO I am
I screamed "I want dick!" in the middle of the intersection. So many hot guys. I wish you were here.
All I remember is laying in that secret hideaway closet, naked, with a beer cowboy hat on and you walking in and sitting down crying because no one would have sex with you
And i have once again masturbated to an amazing soundtrack. what a time to be alive
I've orgasmed so many times tonight I think I've become enlightened
New Serial podcast is out. We can listen to it tonight instead of having sex.
I think he fucked my hip out of place.
Put on your bikini and meet me at the pool \nit’s cock o’clock!
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