your butthole totally puckers for the ginge
the night i cant remember will be the night i always remember thanks to my "i
It smells like Drakkar Noir and desperation out here.
That's why you should quit smoking.
We were laying in the basement dry humping to the rhythm of the washing machine
I just want uncharted vagina. Fresh and ripe.
Dipping doritos in ranch. Why doesn't he love me?
Returning my drunken purchases from last night. Not a single thing I bought was on sale.
You climbed on top of the bar, shotgunned a 25oz fosters and screamed, Steve Irwin was a God amongst men.
I've already dropped her on the ground of a crowded bar dancing , been incoherent drunk to the point i couldn't speak and came within 2 seconds all on separate evenings so at this point she should know what I'm about
Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice and I'm the idiot missing half an eyebrow again.
how much of this shit do i need to take before i think its a good idea to set the house on fire and scream satanic mantras?
It was great. He never spoke.
That's not why it was great, just that's all I remember.
How don't you remember..? You were getting handfuls of skittles out from our bra screaming TASTE THE RAINBOW.
I'm naked, eating straight Nutella, and listening to "Make you feel my love" on repeat. So no. He didn't ask me out.
My apartment stinks of burning failure
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