I really wish I could go back in time to change the course of events that led to me sitting on the internet at 3 Googling 'Traumatic masturbation' while talking to you about failed dates, and running a virtual restaurant in a video game.
dont worry your back hair reminds me of angel wings
I started to trust fall random people on the dance floor
you also choked him out with your legs on the kitchen floor..
they esentially rejected my mermaid threesome offer:(
You're fine
I'm hiding in my chest because my walls smell weird. I'm not fine.
Sent him a picture of my pregnant boobs from last year, think he'll notice the difference?
Over 50% of the drunkest nights I have ever had began with me saying "I'll just drink my dinner" to you.
I smell like thanksgiving dinner and bad decisions. Its not even thanksgiving yet.
Goddamn it. Hes got me addicted to his penis
All I need is $1,500, a beach ready body, a bigger dick & this will be the best spring break ever.
I really wanna treat my body good. Because i plan on doing drugs
Video on mandys page of you drinking upside down was finally put up...too bad all the comments were about me and him fighting in the background while he screamed "BLOW BIG BETSY!'
Now all my porn is stored in my parents’ basement. It’s like a part of my soul is boxed up
We should write a country song: “Blacked Out on a Sunday”
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