everytime i listen to a chris brown song and like it i feel like i bad person
I could see myself reflected in his wedding band as i was going down on him.
I should show up to the gym drunk more often. I felt like i really motivated all the fat people.
Briing, briiing- tricycle ridden. Where is my crown?
Safe to say I relapsed into my old chatroulette drunk flashing days.
He went down on me while I had rollers in my hair. I've never felt more like a lady.
Passing out is my livers way of protecting my mind.
Watching the dude who probably knocked me up be all cute with his girlfriend on my couch. I am too nice, and I hate today.
I remember having the weirdest thoughts and thinking our room was a compass and we were in the compass or something.
I need to calm my uterus...
He somehow obtained a megaphone and managed to scare away the out-of-control house party—the house party that HE started, by the way— by pretending to be the police.
i'm not so sure everythign we did last night was legal...
I begin to question your sobriety when you both left here shirtless, with beers in one hand and shotguns in the other
So I lost my dignity between the strip club and your penis...
My GF, FWB and Side piece are all booty calling me. I’m a victim of my sexual success
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