she went to type in rate my professors and rate my pussy came up in my recent searches. needless to say, i will likely be masturbating to the aforementioned site tonight.
He just bought a 100-pack of condoms of Amazon. My vagina is already tired.
She asked me to facebook all the girls I'd hooked up with. She started crying when I started my search with A.
She got stuck in the front door. She never told me how or why.
This is absurd. I need a man. Or even a moderately-clean hobo will do at this point.
Repeat the weekend mantra. "I like boys with teeth, I need boys with teeth, I deserve boys with teeth, I will have boys with teeth".
I told her we could be friends and she said the last time i told her that we had sex behind a bar at 4am
2 out of 3 people here lost their shoes. America.
I don't even want to think about the kind of person who would shit in the street before 10pm on a Sunday.
My arms are still sore. Apparently, lube wrestling is the best workout ever.
She had a cast on when I met her, but she blamed me for breaking her arm this morning. I'm gonna marry this girl.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
Walking into class right now and I swear to god I smoked down the substitute teacher we have at a party I went to last week
Also I would love to pregame at your place if I weren't stuck at mine drinking laxatives
The hat, the beard, the hard posing - like who does he think he is?
A bag of dicks
That's dating life
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