maybe you should start leaving anonymous bottles of booze on his doorstep with love notes attatched. that always gets me.
I feel like a need a fire hose to wash off what I did last night
I don't not like him. It's just wierd talking to him because we both know I fucked his wife.
we drunkly made out in the middle of the street beside the homeless guy playing the flute. Not how I imagined our first kiss.
czant get you from the arport. sry i found the rum. dan sucks at rumpong jusrt so yo knoqw.
I did nothing besides stay sober all night, I walked home to find max naked knocking cups off the counter with his cock lol
Basically as long as the fan is pointed at my vagina i can cool off enough to sleep.
I need to stop treating my body like that of a Vegas hooker on vacation in Ibiza
Ok not good, my info has definitely been submitted to this sugar daddy website before.
My inner buddhist recalls, "You receive the d when you aren't looking for it, only when the d wants you." True story.
You ruined me. I can't stop referring to everything outside as the "no-walls" ever since you showed me that video while I was tripping balls. My speech may be permanently altered for the rest of earth spins
I'm not asking for life coaching, I'm just asking if you know where I left my underpants.
Just zoned back in to real life and found myself chanting "noodle eater noodle eater noodle eater" at my parrot as he devoured a single macaroni
IM HAMMERED AND JUST HAD CHEESECAKE THAT MADE ME FEEL LIKE NO MAN HAS EVER MADE BE FEEL BEFORE.
You spent twenty minutes waxing poetic about her ass and her thighs
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