He belongs with you like a mcdonalds playground belongs in Chernobyl
I texted her sayin "I gotta brush my teethn then Im omw" maybe hint to do the same
not to mention it took an hour of antique roadshow to calm my dick down
they're like a gay fantastic four
Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.
I'm watching him slurp a whole mango out of her hand. It's disturbingly arousing.
High as shit. I just described caramel syrup on crackers to my mom for 15 minutes...
Also they do not have any come back to america, i miss my fuck buddy cards at Hallmark.
You need Xanax blowdarts
It's true. There would need to be A LOT of data collection. Aka, dick-catching. I volunteer as tribute.
I'm sitting at my kitchen table alone dressed as a dinosaur smoking bowls in the dark. Is this rock bottom? Or is this living the dream? Who's to say
Being home for break is weird, just had a full convo with my dad about what I wanted for dinner, while a dildo was on top of me under my comforter
someone at the bars was yelling at the bouncer to let him in because he "just passed through the 7 levels of the candy cane forrest" soulmate?
go meet him and give him your number.
RUDE you're the one missing half a nipple...
IT HEALED AND GREW BACK TO BE A FULL HEALTHY NIPPLE OKAY
all I know is that I was naked, and there were cheeto puffs everywhere...
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