only if we run a train.
done.
Jesus knows you're telling a lie.
Jesus stopped reading my text messages when I started drunk texting boys to hookup
hes so high that he's convinced hes a duck. hes squating in the bathtub quacking. that was NOT JUST pot.
I feel like the only solution to this is to get naked and lay in the shower for a hour then see what my penis wants to do.
I thinking of taking all of the pics of his dick that he's sent me and making a calendar.
We don't have a lot of plans besides weed and cake
Think I just saw your homeless guy on High Street. Did you give him back his crutch?
I cartwheeled across every street... They tried to stop me but I bit anyone who came near me
That was like a fiery explosion of flailing arms and wonderful passion
You're the only person I know who can be puking into a trash can at 8 in the morning in Manhattan and get a date out of it....
We're at the liquor store. Then going to the hospital
I have commenced my lesbian college experimentation. Wish me luck
For future reference, don't put tape on your nipples. Ouch.
So his dick was definitely bigger than it looked in all the pictures he sent my daughter.
Do you think if I had a tempurpedic bed he would still be able to feel me fingering myself after we have sex?
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