I wish they made sweatshirts for legs
you mean pants?
im just going to wait until i dont feel like the grim reaper is having sex with me
Wasn't a date. In exchange for artichoke dip I received a bj. And sex. It was a transaction.
Do you remember trying to use a pencil, pen, and sunglasses as your second form of ID at the bar when they wouldn't let you in last night?
Quick question, when did I develop feelings, and how can I make them go away?
That's two questions.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
Yeah, I fucked him. and the worst part is his name was Jesus. And nobody said it in Spanish. Just Jesus. There is no way I can avoid burning when I walk into a church from now on.
Also I just took Ritalin with coffee so if anyone wants to know what numbers sound like, I got you
he can suck his own dick, i cant compete with that
He serenaded me say anything-style with Weird Al songs and then blew me on the beach. I'd say he's a keeper.
So is seeing the guy's penis that I'm talking to something you're into or nah?
I am NOT losing my v-card to a guy who doesn't know my ass from my elbow.
You were yelling at them from the passenger seat saying you wanted your chicken for free because they couldn't prove it was from kentucky
I will literally have glitter in my crotch for weeks.
I think my roomie is silently judging me for spraining my foot by having sex in a bounce house
so the bounce house and tequila was good idea then?
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