I seriously love my fucking boobs. They are so boobs.
Tell me why I go to the dollar store for nail polish remover and a ghetto black dude trys to hit on me in the parking lot, then he gets in line behind me with a dousche bag literally and that is his only purchase.
I'm at a Rock of Love themed party. New high? New low? I can't tell.
Wait. Scratch that. It's not themed. These girls are just sluts.
so we told my parents we were going trick or treating. got high as shit at some playground. and then bought our own candy so we looked legit when we got home.
I want a meaningful relationship and i wont get one if i keep giving him blow jobs in my basement while watching family guy.
He went down on me and then slapped my ass saying "thanks for the confidence boost"... is this all I'm good for?
and my loofah got caught on my nipple ring in the shower today. what an awful experience.
No, he attached a coozie to his crutches so he can carry his beer around the party.
his extensive knowledge of the age of consent laws kinda scares me....
I ended up passing out on the shitter for like an hour with mcds smoothie all over my face
threw up on my 7.30 AM placement test. Never again
Found a piece of twizzler in my buttcrack.
When you're awkward as a teenager, it never goes away. You just mask it. With makeup. And boobs.
that's the first time I've heard "shenanigans" and "apocalypse" in the same sentence
You wanna explain to me why there is a banana shoved down my pants?
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