i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
he clicked a button a stirrups came down from the ceiling... if I don't come home by sunday, report me.
His apartment number was 69. I had to.
he's only going to be home for two days, his dick is going to be in me for the whole 48 hours, he doesnt have a choice.
I'm pregaming for my hair cut. Working two jobs definately taught me how to use my time wisely...
I have hit nutritional rock bottom I am spreading peanut butter on to lays potato chips
Sex on roller skates
Floating mattress
Tie
You should kill a bro for me and drag his carcass home so I can study him.
I should start wearing my Batman shirt more often when I drink. Good things happen. All sorts of shit.
You looked at me, said I was a nice guy. Then you drunkenly climbed on top of me and said you liked me and wanted me.
if I blackout nd am found tomorrow w butterfly hairclips on my nipples and my habd down my pants tell my family I am sorry
He isn't understanding any of my Fetty Wap references. He may not be a keeper after all.
The best part of last night is not remembering half of it
I'm so hungry and so lazy that I'm seriously considering ripping into that packet of cream cheese in my nightstand.
Is it wrong to want to use the Dark Web to buy Vyvance for legitimate purposes?
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