so i woke up this morning thinking _____ was in bed with me. . .but it was only a half eaten sonic burger
I feel like people whose favorite movie is Donnie Darko should not be allowed to talk. Ever.
he told us the story of how he fought ketchup, mustard, and thomas the train engine all in one night. if that doesn't sound like an acid trip i dont know what does.
He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
Actually considered writing down one of the numbers on the bathroom stall. That's how much I miss vagina.
Does the whole "it was New Years" excuse apply this year?
I have not carelessly put myself in herpes way since I got a clean bill of health tyvm.
But please don't judge me if i smell like mustard
I judge a person on how well they respect their vaginas... I can tell by the lack of respect she has for hers I dislike her.
After she lost the bet I made her get on one knee so she could "Te-blow me"
I just made the answer to all my security questions "fuck you" with various levels of ! marks. I may regret this in the morning.
Btw I have come to the conclusion that we really need to do it in a bed. Like at least once..
Nothing says "back to school" like walking in the first day with a hangover
I'm abstinent now
Oh, is this one of the times when you're serious?
I am no longer embarassed by my vagina
It concerns why you would be in the first place, but I'd rather not know
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