So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
Skanksgiving break is awesome already... pilgrim and indian roleplay tonight.
your cum blends into my yellow sheets :/
You better wipe the dick of your lips before you come smoke this blunt.
She wanted me to watch her masterbate and after she thanked me for a wonderful evening and left. This state is weird.
I just did a drunk experiment to find out what it looks like when you turn a burner on the stove on while wearing night-vision goggles. I may be blind in my right eye now.
Half way through sex he whispered in my ear, " your the second best I've ever had" then proceeded to tell me to sit on his face.
I feel like there is something fundamentally wrong with me as a woman. My initial text to you was "What's up, fuck bucket?"
it's not like I want to die, I just want life to stop for a little bit. how does that work?
I'm actually more excited that I had so much sex this weekend that my ovaries hurt
Over Bumbled last night. I think I set my dog up on a date Sunday afternoon. I have to drive him, meet the other dog’s dad and secretly drink a bottle of champagne from a “water bottle”. This is not what I expected 30 to be like.
He tried to do a JoJo pose and wound up breaking his wrist in the process. Truly a story for the ages.
Optimism doesn't exist before 2pm nor do any other emotions.
he's single and there are thong briefs.
Do u believe in the possibility of big foot?
You high??
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