This is getting serious. I keep forgetting what's in my vagina.
just prayed to lady gaga in hopes it will help me pass my fashion merchandising final...what is my life?
That's ok. Our relationship has a solid foundation of booze and questionable behavior.
I drunk madeout with my mom last night. it's guna be an awkward breakfast.
I can now tell my grandchildren Central Park has really great spots for quickies...
That's exactly how my pussy feels when I shave it. Like a cross between a naked mole rat and a newborn child. Embrace it.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
Want to come over and play therapist and then fuck all the emotion away?
Seriously. All i can say is im covered in mud, my jaw hurts, i cannot straighten my arm, egg is everywhere, and there is a dead squirrel.
No Robbie is the name of a kid or dog, not an adult man who's fucking you.
We now only communicate via Xbox messages. Living together is so easy
He got hit with a horseshoe, set on fire, fell out of a tree, and puked all over the side of his car, all before midnight. Everclear.
Also. I think I just got sentimental over a nude
Come home, I'm drunk on the porch and pretending to smoke breadsticks like cigarettes. Enticing, right?
We fucked to Bonnie Tyler in my car. He's the one.
Randomize
