dude i'm inner monologue high
he refuses to go down on me anymore when he's high because he thinks my clit piercing stares at him
i literally laid in bad for an hour last night thinking of what i'm going to name my cats when i become a cat lady.
Last night drunk me texted a sure to be hungover me my class schedule and locations for today. I'm like a mom preparing her child for the first day of school
I don't remember his name but he sat in the bathroom and gave us both advice...
My tits are coming out a minimum of ten times
He seems to have a lot of things figured out and most of the answers involve bourbon
I'm dressed like a deranged cupcake. Let's get fucked up.
I'm currently looking on facebook to see how slutty the girls from my kindergarden class are now. I have a problem.
I was trying to be quiet until started to feel like my cock was being dipped in a rainbow and then I stopped caring temporarily
He turned me into a screamer. Guess I'm really not a lesbian.
Neither of us have work tomorrow and we live w/n walking distance. This is your official Sandy booty call. Come rock me like a hurricane.
He's so sweet...I can't see him enjoying that I got injured during sex.
It's not a walk of shame if you run
I'm pretty sure the cop knew you were drunk when you tried to light your cigg with a chapstick.
Randomize
