I now officially know the distance between my two boobs is one twizzler.
He kept referring to his penis a his "love gun"
she said they gang banged her to "who let the dogs out." the dude left of the middle barked along. sounds like a good time.
He called himself excalibur. Thats all I remember.
He did not want a thank you for helping me move in bj. I don't know how to thank him now.
I just want you to sit on my face and to tell you you're pretty. Most girls would leap at this opportunity.
its like the body should be a temple but we treat it like a kmart
You can fuck me but I'm keeping my parka on.
Someone shat in our tub last night. I'm not pointing fingers but you priors make you a prime suspect.
Just found out that his ringtone for me is a train blowing bc and I quote 'I know when you call I'm getting laid'
when I type Christina's, my phone's predictive text assumes my next word is boobage
We were cuddling in his bed and I asked him a question and followed by making a microphone with my hand and told him to speak into it. If he never talks to me again that's probably why.
Opened my notebook to coke all over the pages. So, if that's any indication on how this weekend went.
Do you ever just feel the storm building inside of you that tells you you're ready for a giant indiscriminate fuckfest?
Facebook is for cat videos and having better lives than people from high school, period.
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