so i know my style isnt the best ever but u should have told me i was wearing two different shoes
I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
Well his aunt was in the next room so we had to be quiet. I felt like i was on an episode of silent library.
The mystery has been solved. Seagulls have sex doggy-style.
Just quiet vomiting, and in between heaves she mumbled "be the pro"
i'm about to rub a glazed donut on my face just so it feels like you're here
You kept screaming how great you were at drawing poptarts and you insisted on drawing them all over my forearm
How do I know I'm high? Let me count the ways.
1. I put the milk in the cupboard, 2. Everything tastes fucking amazing, 3. My dog is really soft, 4. The lunesta butterfly flew out of my tv and touched me
Well, we could've been at the bar taking a shot everytime my rash spread. But Noooooo. You had to go out with your non- girlfriend. Lame.
I told her my cab was outside the club and that I had to go, but I think we both knew this wasn't going anywhere past the sloppy bathroom handjob.
I miss you, too. It's hard to sleep without anything licking my head.
sweating bourbon at client mtg -- you?
I'm not a morning person, and, trust me, no matter how good your cock may be, it will not turn me into one.
was i wearing any clothes at that point?
socks and a thong
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