Tampa is so boring. I'm dying. I want lots of cleavage at my funeral. If i cant get laid, i want my friends to. I'm that kind of person
she refuses to pay for the plan b and so do i. it's the most dangerous game of chicken i've ever been involved in. but i have my pride.
it was really bad. he went around saying "I want you inside of me" to everyone.
i don't understand how she was down there for so long, she's like a mermaid, a blowjob giving mermaid.
He was eating mac and cheese. Raw. Like as in he was eating the uncooked noodles then pouring the dry cheese in his mouth.
when life gives you lemons, puke and rally.
she sent me pictures of 3 different vaginas and if I could pick which one was hers i could sleep with her.
I was always good at matching as a child.
Check out this gay circle: I've now hooked up with my ex-boyfriend, my ex's ex-boyfriend, my ex's ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend, and most recently my ex's ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend's ex-fling.
You need to braveheart it on Monday. Blue face paint and a loin cloth screaming freedom in your front yard.
I am walking funny today. And it's sad because it's from the bad encounter with the sidewalk rather than a good encounter with a stripper
let me just inform you that suppository-ing xanax is glorious
I swear, when I turn 21 in four months, I'm going to carry a flask around with me, and make a drinking game out of everything.
I just had a sexting conversation using medieval jargon. I think he is a fine suitor.
I basically have the attention span of a ferret on meth when it comes to men
Whatever you wanna call it i just wanna get railed tonight
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