do all gilrs hav hair on thier vagaina ?
Don't drive home.
Just woke to a Christmas wrapped pack of hotdogs in my bathtub. How high did we get?
the guy next to me needed a pen, so I let him take one from my book bag. my panties are now being passed around the class...thank you for telling me you hid them in my bookbag.
remember, YOU ARE A WINNER
my dinner was a box of cheezits simultaneously mixed in with cocoa puffs and fried rice.
the cops who came hadnt heard yet. when we told them they sang the star spangled banner with us
I'm not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say "I want to fuck you."
The kid across the hall found me in the hallway using a hot pocket box as a pillow. I said its okay I live here.
Gave him an awesome blow job on his living room couch last night, so at least he'll have something nice to think about next time he's watching the Tigers lose.
Let me begin to explain the rest of last night by beginning with saying that out if necessity I took a pair of your underwear
Why do I think he'd like to keep my hair in a box?
It's like my life is one of those movies where after a bunch of outlandish events that only happen in a movie the girl realizes her true life calling and lives a great life with a sexy man of multiple races. But I'm stuck in the fucked up part where 25 year olds come in their pants.
I need to have sex. It's becoming like a matter of public safety.
Just went over my top ten highlight reel with that guy I'm fucking. It was like we were sports announcers. But about sex.
I figured you were on something. You're way too happy right now to be sober
I remember yelling at him telling him that the strippers were "nice people."
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