you're kinda like the weird girl from The Breakfast Club after the makeover. i mean you're pretty, but you're still weird as fuck
I just need to know if he's either really genuine about being in my life or being in my vagina.
Fuck you. You would only tell me how to get to your house in Spanish.
I feel like a fucking princess. Like an heiress of a kingdom of drugs.
i just like, need to vent to someone
Can we skip the part where I pretend to care and fast forward to the appreciative blowjob from you?
I'm going to need your assistance. I cannot walk back to the house in a bear costume.
he told her he was actually impressed that she had fucked more people in this house than the four dudes living in it.
Dude, I just had the best sex of my life in a porta potty at the NCAA girls lax championships but didn't get her name or number. But I have her sunglasses. How is this possible, I'm sad.
I love your life.
This is that think about life weed. Thank god I'm in American lit this semester. I can actually write papers in this vat of introspective stoned.
I lost the back to your old name tag last night in a girls shirt. It got me a view of some titties though, I guess in some way you're still doing your brotherly deeds
I feel like shit, and I can't get the band aids off my nipples.
UHG. i just want to have hot lesbian sex and eat pizza with you.
I'm fine w planning around your penis prospecting. Saturday it is.
And if you haven't kicked a pigeon you haven't started your morning right
the next morning his mother came in to tell me that she made breakfast. she told me to put my clothes on too. awkward.
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