we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
sunday morning discovery: something purple, smelly, and sticky my hair. any suggestions?
He bought me a pink rose and a Plan B. I really like this guy.
Just invented taco cereal.
I can't in good conscience help you bag a Catholic girl who isn't at least a 7.
You know you're a whore when you color code your calendar with who you slept with on what day incase you have ANOTHER pregnancy scare
And then after we fucked he wouldn't stop calling me "champ". It was like I had sex with an extremely attractive soccer coach
Thats alot of pressure.
Just on your vagina. BTW I'm passing your house.
I never notice how majestic and beautiful my cat is unless I'm blazed
It just makes me feel nauseous. And I don't want to feel nauseous when all I really want is to get off.
The internet is out at West Chester so I'm masturbating using my imagination. What is this, the fucking dark ages?
Just assume that every drink in that house has alcohol in it.
It's the 3rd day of the year and I've already sucked two dicks. New year same ole me.
1 why did you tell them where i peed last night and 2 where the fuck are you
I will fuck anyone who brings me mcdonalds right now
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