the day after is always just damage control
I wish I could sell my textbooks directly to my drug dealer and cut out the middle man
Ive made peace with the fact that i will accomplish nothing except liver damage today
you goin out tonight?
who is this.
your orgasm for tonight
Realistically anyone can come I don't care it's Boston what do I own boston? No. I just don't want people who are gonna give me "why are you doing that" kinda look when I take birthday shots out of my birthday babe shot glass necklace.
Like not in a "I wanna have sex with you way" more like a "I wanna cuddle your mustache way"
And before you knew it they were calling me the pussy usher or something like that
You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar.
Seriously, this trumpet player gives me chills. Might be the drugs.
You want to complain about your sex life to me? Right now mine consists of trying to masturbate lightly enough not to wake her up with bed shakes. Go. Fuck. Yourself.
YET AGAIN, my financial planning for 2013 consists MOSTLY of eating chipotle as "brain food" and drinking Heavily before the Jeopardy contestant test.
I really like your cover photo on fb that looks cool
In case birth mom friends me back, thought I should make it less drunk looking.
I just want to smoke this blunt and eat pizza rolls while watching The Price Is Right with you.
I never imagine I'd say this, but can I ask Jeff for the butt plugs back even though it was a gift and we broke up?
I still think he’s a fuckboy but he’s nice to me when I’m over.\nLike sets alarms for me in the morning and always makes sure I cum.
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