My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
Every time a guy reaches down to touch my vag, i feel really sorry for all the transgender girls who still have a penis there.
That's weird cause every time i feel a girls vag i feel way worse for all the guys who reached down there and got a penis.
i feel like when youre not in my profile picture no one knows who i am.
make sure i look cute passed out on the couch.
If there's ever a time when I've matured to the point that I don't want to look at camera-phone-titties, go ahead and bury me in a shallow grave by the railroad tracks.
dude, I just walked in on your little brother changing clothes...I'm ashamed to say I noticed, but that kid has as MASSIVE cock...
Yeah...we all know. it's the elephant in the room at family gatherings.
that is a frighteningly accurate metaphor for it.
Just flooded the bathroom while masturbating in the shower. Managed to squeege most of it up. Desperately need to get laid.
Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation
I mean it's my life so what if i want to drink Molson from my sparkly shoes and not regret anything
I know this is really fun but I don't wanna glow anymore
oh and speaking of men I've slept with. Ryan lost 1/3 of a testicle zip lining
I think it's starting to become crucial that I find a companion for my vagina.
Brian got his first ever blow job last night. We should make him a scrapbook.
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
He literally just patted me on the vagina and said goodnight to it.
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