he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
we didn't have anything to do and wanted to get our money's worth out of our costumes, so if you see two mermaids day drinking by the creek it's us
you are never too drunk for berry picking
My birthday is in 11 days. Going ham. Consciousness will not be an option
I realized after pounding back 151 and head banging into each other to "the drop" of that dub step song, that we weren't meant to have boyfriends at this point in time.
I guess I'll just chalk it up as a learning experience and a lot of great sex.
YOURE A FUCKING ADULT. DONT TELL ME ITS PAST YOUR BEDTIME WHEN I WANT TO GET ANOTHER COCKTAIL.
Plus you get to call him out on being a dick. It's more satisfying than ever sex I've ever had.
I haven't gotten this high alone in a long time. I keep looking at the cat waiting for her to say something.
You told everyone to shut up then told the officer that you are 21 when you drink.
If he's dating my cousin now, do I have to erase the pictures of his dick off my phone? Ugh, morals.
anything below 65° is too cold to be naked on a roof
It was all like "my feathers evolved from scales of a reptile bitches!!" and I was all like "damn this chocolate milk is AWW SOOME!"
She shit herself again. We're calling her the "Queen of Sharts".
You can help me! We'll make an occasion of it. Have some rum, make some smores, condemn the email system to the pits of hell...
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