my soul wont recognize me after tonight
this is two weekends in a row I've been the pantsless girl at the party. I love my social life.
The guy drove to our house at 6am to sell us weed. Now that's customer service.
Before I left in the morning I deleted her purity ring app off her iPod, I figured it would save her the shame
my debit card account is gonna say movie, movie, ice cream, movie, cheese fries, get a fucking life, movie
She's okay as an interesting car wreck. But as a sexual object she's funny
I'm really proud of her, she waited until she was on tiled floor to start puking on the ground
I NEED TO NOT REMEMBER THIS IN THE MORNING. He is our TEACHER.
If you're knocked up, we're telling everyone it's mine and that the power of our love overcame the inherent reproductive limitations of two vhagines.
I think anything that happens between 12 and 2 am is just sketchy enough to be a good idea.
Ran into him again last night, stole his glowstick and walked away. The glowstick mountain in my room keeps growing.
he called me his ex's name during sex then proceeded to cry while still in me
I vote we just hike, drink, and destroy dick
Sorry for face licking, I probably won't do it again.
Also, I love cats. I sat on the floor and they sat with me.
do nipples grow back?
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