dude, that girl smelled worse than the great depression.
that girl last night was a 15
wait she was 15?
no like black jack not sure if you should hit it
going to class early so i have time to go on the moonbounce. this is why i go to art school.
I am spending my work day planning my weekend drinking schedule
1. my parents still have sex. 2. being a screamer runs in the family. 3. so much so that i can tell what number of orgasms she's on. 4.so looks like i'm stuck outside a while
It was at that moment that I realized I was alone. Alone and drunk on an Epcot ride.
Aside from the fact that there's a penis in my mouth, that's a pretty good picture of me
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
She just locked herself in the bedroom with an unopened bottle of wine and a steak knife. Unfortunately for her fingers, I stopped giving a fuck two hours ago.
and let me tell you something, handcuffs are surprisingly uncomfortable when they arent being used in a sexual manner
she just called me the flavor packet to her ramen noodles. get me the fuck out of here.
All I really remember is thinking that the music looked like beautiful lizard waves in my head
cops woke me up on the sidewalk and asked where my shoes are.. fuck if i know, im sleeping on the sidewalk! actually i didnt say that, i just cried until they gave me a ride home.
Why do I think he'd like to keep my hair in a box?
He tried to throw up into a beer bottle. It was a complete disaster. Vomit went everywhere. It put the Bellagio's fountain to shame.
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