He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
im glad we only fight about serious things like the hills and disney scene it
i remember introducing him to all my posters and making him be extra nice to frank sinatra and bob dylan before he fucked me
Is your answer to that text seriously a right parenthesis
This girl has a mullet weave. I missed oakland.
i was debating whether to load antoher bowl when i realized i was holding a sandwich in one hand and a cookie in the other. and laughing.
My mascara kind of smells like tequila to me...Is this my body crying for help or asking for a shot?
the fact that i already established a hook up buddy for thanksgiving break is genius
For our final psych experiment, we're conditioning Tim to hump the nearest inanimate object and/or person every time he hears a Ke$ha song
If I have to strap one on and give it to you good, you will not die revirginated. That's friendship.
420 is off to a bad start. Mark wake/baked WAY too much, and he has spent over $50 on the claw machine in the grocery store.
I told her my hands felt like they touched the sun, never been that stoned before
I'm just wondering how Jon managed to get vomit ON THE CEILING?
The Olympian is in my bed
I yelled at him as he left "you broke up with me. You lost your blow job privileges"
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