he whispered in my ear that he would be upstairs and i should come up. i stayed downstairs. he came back down and repeated to whisper in my ear. this happened about 5 times until he passed out.
Following a car with a GPS. We don't know where he's going, but he probably has a better idea of where we're going than we do. Also, very high.
no where in the syllabus does it say "no alcoholic beverages allowed".
That's because you're a slut. A slut fucking a fence.
there was a trail of blood coming out of one of the bathroom stalls. thought of you
I feel more comfortable going down on her then actually kissing her.
I thought your voice was coming from the walls. I've never been so relieved to find you naked in a closet
I'm trying to find candidates for my winter break hook up. I'm going to hold auditions thanksgiving break.
Gina was bawling her eyes out and then she ran into the street and peed. she kept screaming "LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE TO ME"
You kept mumbling that you could become one with the carpet as you proceeded to give yourself the worst carpet burn I have ever seen
At some point during thanksgiving the image of me pooping on ur moms chest will come to you. Your welcome!
Banana suit guy has an entourage and they're all douchebags. There is no god.
My dog misses eating marshmallows out of your butt when you're passed out. That bordered on sex abuse, now that I think about it. My bad.
Clothing is a burden necessitated by propriety.
All I remember was my mom walking through the door, and then me asking her if she wanted a hit.
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