Why were you having sex on top of my left over pizza in the kitchen?
that's why you don't digest questionable powders from girls wearing tutus at a dirty club
Under someone's bed. Not sure whose. I think they're sleeping in it.
If you listen closely you can hear the sound of inbreeding and shame.
Top hats and gin. This is why I love day drinking.
This essay is so getting done. I am spurred on by thoughts of test-driving your newly shaven face by sitting on it as soon as humanly possible.
We literally just Chinese fire drilled so I could give him road head.
I'm at home, drinking with my cat. While this is an enjoyable lifestyle, other plans are preferable.
also, i am in no position to judge as my life choices today went along the lines of "YAY VODKA". for breakfast.
Our relationship needs a sober moment
I'll call you when that happens
I might attempt to pee into a cup while driving. I'll let you know how it goes.
Remember Christopher who always sends me pictures of his penis? Look to your right, boy in the blue.
So I've already made 5 bad decisions today, wyd?
This guy needs to stop asking about my feet
I get so sad when I watch him slowly destroy his life with whiskey and cocaine. Then he bites my neck and I just want to fuck him. I can't help it.
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