I woke up this AM and all of my clothes i wore last night are gone. Instead i am dressed in air jordans, boxers, cargo shorts, and an Affliction t-shirt. the part that upsets me most is that i was with a guy who wears Affliction t-shirts.
Omg. There's def a kid, like 10 years old, sitting in a buggy at wal mart holding a sign that reads "I can't behave"
i love how cold weather makes identifying sluts easier. is it below freezing? is she wearing a tube top? she's easy.
It's not my theme song, it's my blowjob song. There's a difference.
He hid IN a snowbank for 2 hours waiting for me to come home. This game has to stop before someone dies.
I totally cried the whole time and then screamed out my new therapists name....
I demanded respect from my fuck buddy. Drunk me is not fun.
hes either a crazy bad problem or a crazy good orgasm. I just can't decide which one.
It's amazing how not interested in talking to him I am since I've decided that he probably has chlamydia.
I'm making him come over again tonight. I don't know how long this thing will last so I want to spend as much time with his dick as possible.
The nausea has returned and I can't handle such things to exit my body so violently
I can't take my grandparents out somewhere where I've fucked half the staff.
You got into an extremely loud argument with a juggalo and slapped him, he started crying and everyone cheered.
I remember that, it happened before I started drinking. I thought you said I did something shameful?
Judging from the sharpie on my face, glitter on my chest and women's tiger print panties i'm wearing last night was a thing.
So what we learned was that it doesn't matter how skinny the stripper is, if she sits on your knee with a torn acl for two hours it's going to swell up
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