I just saw a Puerto Rican child between the ages of 8 and 11 with a faint mustache talking very loudly on the bluetooth in his ear about how "Skittles are played the fuck out"
she wants me to text her or call her all the time when we are apart...this is not high school...
i ditched last period to have sex with him. i had to change into my skank clothes in the church parking lot. little kids were on the swings.
nothing about this is right.
I bought a zebra print bikini, I'm gonna be honest here- if he doesn't want to have sex with me in this, he's gay.
It would be like bopping for an apple with my penis but never winning an actual prize. The only thing I would get from it would be the joy from taking part but then regretting it forever more
Just bought the plane tickets. Light headed. Blood rush to clit oh god blue clit. Mayday mayday vagina down!
I wasn't trying to be rude when I hurriedly walked past you, but I can not put in to words exactly how bad I had to shit.
Is it morally wrong to give today's hookup a Krispy Kreme from yesterday's hookup or is it just fat love?
So I'm texting her. How do I steer the conversation toward "I honestly would be fine never seeing you again"?
I learned a valuable lesson about combining day drinking with malt liquor: you may think you have super powers, but that's just the Steel Reserve talking.
I hate when pubes grow back. My mons is a warzone.
There's nothing wrong with using cocaine to keep my heart rate up in my fitness class.
He nailed that bed down really well so it won't break again. All I could think while he was nailing it was "challenge accepted".
Did you just correct my spelling of a made up word?
No, I just was using your word in plural form
Weird. And pubic lice are now endangered so your hairy balls can rest easy
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