Saw a Delta Zeta recruitment poster today. On it, somebody added, "All you need is your daddy's credit card and a lack of self-respect."
i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
My own mom unfriended me on Facebook.
Come outside. The vendor wants to go out strong tonight! Russian hooker interviews. Don't ask. We leave in 3 minutes.
They shoved things up my nose I feel violated
I think it was clear she was setting us up when she brought me over to you and said "Present!"
Idk but she keeps giving me s'mores and I'm having a hard time caring about her alcoholism because of it
I still feel like a bad person. A shoulder to cry on became a dick to suck.
I stood in my living room with two beers in my hand asking these said beers if they were going to drink each other. I then insisted that I would drink them and chugged both. Happy Halloween.
Ok despite the fact that both you and I love dick we could have a great marriage
No,she came up with a new game: "Where is the most interesting place I can show Drew my asshole?"
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
I started crying during a meeting at work and now I'm sitting on my couch drinking boxed wine at 1:30 in the afternoon. Fuck you too estrogen.
That jawline could fucking have its way with me.
i wish i could put you in a lil box, and keep you for when i need to be blown
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