damn son vaginas get itchy too and u don’t see us shoving our hands down our pants it’s called self control go find some
DAMN SON VAGINAS GET ITCHY TOO AND U DON’T SEE US SHOVING OUR HANDS DOWN OUR PANTS IT’S CALLED SELF CONTROL G O F I N D S O M E
HOW COME NOBODY TELLS ME WHEN WE HAVE COMPANY??
I JUST WALKED THROUGH MY HOUSE IN A SPORTS BRA SINGING THE OPENING SONG TO THE LION KING AND MY SISTER HAS TWO BOYS OVER.
JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE
made a good first impression you cultured sex thing
if anybody’s wondering, i’m now best friends with both of them and they introduce me to people as ‘the one in the bra that i told you about’
I smell like smoke. it’s like guilt and shame in one scent. Almost like when you start sweating that french fry grease after eating McDonalds. Except I’m still hungry.
You know when you’re having a great fucking mood and then for no reason someone just kills it? Yeah fuck them.