please pick me up with an explanation of why i shacked in a trailer with a guy who doesnt have a car.
idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
Im beginning to think that if I ever write an autobiography it will have to be mostly fill in the blank.
His apartment number was 69. I had to.
i slept with him so i could steal the screens out of his sink faucets for my bowl when he went to sleep. not because he's funny.
Thanks for talking me down from peeing on his window last night.
I am now curious as to how you would have aimed.
seriously my hangover is so bad I feel like my eye lashes make blinking a workout
I'd like to say yes, but I nearly lost my shit when I assumed there was no back to my house. I am not strong enough for hallucinations.
He pulled out a red and green condom and then started humming "Here Comes Santa Claus." Happy holidays indeed.
I mean honestly, what would you have done?
Not screw her in the church house?
Omg the world wants us to be better people
I refuse
I've had sex with three people who have this birthday.
Omg my brain. Most recent thought: I fucking prayed in the bathroom that the other girl would leave. Prayed to Jesus
I don’t have the time, patience, or blood alcohol level to deal with her.
I woke up in the middle of the night on all fours turning circles in my bed! No more patron for me!
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