No, don't worry. We're not going to get THAT arrested.
i'm transferring to degrassi. i don't care that it's severely canadian. classes are five minutes long, there's no actual work and you can get oot of class whenever you want to go have a dramatic scene with someone in the hall
I'm really starting to miss his dick. Like so much I'm actually tempted to try and work things out with him again.
all i remember was you yelling "look at my little feet" at everyone on the way home from the bar.
Apparently I covered myself in sunscreen before I went to bed. Im just assuming that due to the fact I found an empty bottle of sunblock
It's gotten to the point that the dirty talk in my head when I touch myself has your accent
on a scale of 1 to 'no sex' how busy are you this week?
Legitimate logistical question....how did you pee in your duct tape dress?
Fuck Sunday funday. Fuck real pants. Fuck the sun. Fuck Jameson. Fuck my life. Yes, I am hungover as shit sitting in my office eating bacon.
I'm not so good at organized events that don't revolve around whiskey or playgrounds.
i seriously haven't spoken to him since i drunk dialed him and told him i loved his beard
I'm still confused. So he's NOT your cousin by blood, but WAS your cousin, on two separate occasions, by marriage? Still too weird I think...
Also, if asking a guy to come over and watch curling with you doesn't scream let's fuck then idk what does
OF COURSE I FUCKED HIM! Did you not read the part about him having red and green Christmas condoms?
I'll text you when I have a mental breakdown about it.
Please do.
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