No, you can still breathe under the balls.
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
the brownie started to kick in before i finished the essay... it became a race against my own increasing intoxication
the way i see it him paying 500 bucks for my fake abortion is karma's way of punishing him for cheating on his wife
These 5 days benders will be the death of me. Just living and breathing is a struggle right now.
They have a stripper pole on their deck. Normal.
I've got mace and a condom. Ready to roll either way and keeping my pimp hand strong.
On a side note the mornings you do so much Xanax that you wake up totally at one with the universe and feel invincible are great
We were having an argument with his friends mom about whether it was worse that he bootycalled me at 4 a.m. or that I bootycalled him at 12 in the afternoon
Who gives a hand job to a 19 yr old one night then the next lets a 31 year old random man fly a plane to town and pick u up and take u to dinner?
Well, after emptying the contents of my stomach into a fucking rose bush, the only things moving through my digestive system are pills, coffee, and my own lip gloss. If that gives you any idea what kind of a day I'm having.
Sometimes I just want to kiss you without you pulling ur cock out and waving it at me
Well there's a microwave in my yard now too. I fucking Bruce/Caitlyn Jennered decathloned that bitch.
I'm not complaining, but why is it that every time I hang out with you I come home with random injuries and random girls?
We all just got ice cream, condoms, and toilet paper now were gonna go home and watch movies as a family.
Condoms?
Randomize
