i feel like i'm waiting in line to date brett michaels
so he just left - touched my cheek like he was gona kiss me and then gave me a fist bump?
im keeping my plan b box as a souvenir of my first halloween weekend in college
we can't become the bulimic house in the complex dude. Besides, you need teeth for your career.
Do you not remember you showing everyone in the bathroom your period stained underwear? I'd say you were pretty happy it came
I just broke a sweat shaving my own vagina. Something has got to change.
Also you know what's worse than drunk texting? Drunk leaving soup on your hot neighbor's porch.
All I remember is lecturing my dog about how she's a lucky bitch to have a structured eating and shitting schedule.
Yes. I feel like complaining about sex all the time with a 21 year old might be punishable by death of the sex gods so I try not to
Its kind of weird knowing that im only seeing you that day to fuck in some woods
i am bringing shame upon my ancesors with my weak liver valhalla will never accept me
And my nipple is sore from him biting it. That is not a complaint.
You should make us a hot pocket to split while I go throw up.
If you're not my stylist, having sex with me, or agreeing to have sex with me don't fucking touch my hair.
Is it bad when I wake up sore & don't know if my injuries are from sex or the mechanical bull at the bar?
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