Rylan was made in your driveway. Just thought, as godfather, you should know.
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
They only remember me when they're drunk...I'm like a suppressed memory.
Just violated the laws of fuck-buddyship and talked to him about my personal life. I don't like it.
I seriously think the toilet is the cleanest thing in their house. At least if I have to worry its not about that.
The universe is cradling this hangover like a gay couple cradles their newly adopted chinese baby.
We've given up. My vagina is tired of constant lonely nights and disappointments. This is our retirement.
No man we're leaving now. The party will probably be busted soon. O and a bitch started throwing knives around the place, like real actual knives.
I would go a lot of places to get laid. But I would NOT go to Staten Island.
Your shirt... Was in my pants
Good, I don't think Coke dipped ring pops hold up in the mail anyway.
The fabulous human disaster: it is him
That's okay I'm failing college because I'm to busy giving over the pant handjobs in class..
he drove over two hours to fuck me and came in 3 minutes. he got mad when I asked him if it was worth it...
You were filing your nipples with a nail file to "make them sharper"
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