Tampa is so boring. I'm dying. I want lots of cleavage at my funeral. If i cant get laid, i want my friends to. I'm that kind of person
got a scholarship and a hot psych teacher. hello spring 2010
today is like waiting for pizza day in elementary school, but with sex added
I was more traumatized by the table collapsing while i was going down on you.
I feel like I've been drunk all of June. And I am in NO WAY ashamed about it.
you're like that jamaican tarat card reading chick... only with herpes
Come to me. Jacob is confessing his love and all I want is a hot dog. With chili. Not love.
alright. I just need to set some ground rules, no lighting me on fire, and no broken bones. fair?
I asked if he wanted to sext and he just started sending me pictures of his beard.
I now have a full length bright red cape in my possession. Best sex trophy ever.
Also I stopped in the middle of the road and put my hazards on because BUNNIES WERE PLAYING
He thought he was ordering for the whole party so when he came back with thirty burritos and four of us were left, he wasn't happy
Munching saltines, sippin Gatorade, and trying not to get eaten by this small horse
I should stop using "Braveheart would do it" as a basis for decision making...
I'm at the drive thru window, five minutes out. If the bathtub is empty or you're dressed when I arrive I'm not sharing.
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