Cold hands, warm shart.
They want to listen to Lady Gaga while they puke.
I don't remember much but I know I looked hot.
the spit in my mouth is still 99% not mine.
I did shrooms last night. My drug checklist is complete, I can finally graduate.
Mr. Clingalot just ran from our apartment. What the hell?
I started to cry afterward and mumble random things. Examples: "God, please don't make me be so gay anymore" and "my mom is going to be so proud of me for fucking a dude this time." It was that or let him stay the night and cuddle. I mean, fuck that horrible shit I'm a girl that needs her space.
I probably should have waited until after the game to pity fuck him. You know, seeing as we lost.
He did leave his bud tall boy and 2 choco tacos, so not a total loss.
do you think me going to the gyno dressed as a cat is inappropriate?
All I have in my new place is coke and a treadmill.. it's workout Wednesday
Thanks for the bagel and the sex.
He told me was "pretty like the wife in some movie where the husband is a cheater." I think I'm gonna fuck him.
It will be the shitshow of all shitshows.
Look, I tried but his dick tasted like disappointment.
She’s a Vegas 8, which makes her an Oklahoma 27
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