I had a dream last night that I was the one that killed Biggie
like why cant he just admit that he still wants to fuck me even though im underage
my dad's beating me at drinking again. No matter what i do I can't win.
When the cops come you probably shouldn't be poking cars with a stick.
our conversations pretty much only consist of the phrase 'fuck you'. and the sex is fantastic. we've got a great thing going here.
Fantastic. I'm pretty cold, tired, dirty, and hungry, but that comes with an adventurous weekend. Who needs a wallet or keys anyway? I could totally be homeless.
Boys that pee in my bed don't get happy birthday wallposts on facebook
I woke up with his condom in my mouth. I actually use them now you should be proud of me.
I was just at home taking Vicodin for a week straight. Talk about a vacation.
Fell asleep with Kristen and woke up with Sarah. It's official, vacation has begun.
I woke up this morning wearing his boxers as a shirt
Hey, thanks for not calling the cops when I answered the door naked, high as fuck, and covered in red velvet cake batter.
He was singing R-E-S-P-E-C-T to a stripper between motorboats while our HR manager cheered him on.
did i get sucker punched in the face last night or was our make-out session just that intense?
Ah Christ I think I've reached the single life mentality 100%. I just inquired a photographer about a photo shoot with my dog.
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