It's what's on the inside that counts(972): They probably have big open vaginas so the inside is no good
My parents showed me my IQ test from fourth grade, I'm shitting on my potential.
I'm hungover as fuck. My vagina hurts. I locked my keys in my car. It's about 93* outside. We're having sex in the pool when I get home
I kept reassuring him that I was easy like Sunday morning, not easy like "I've had 6 shots of tequila and haven't had sex in three months"
According to FB I fucked in a field 365 days ago.
I think I will be cutting those pills in half...Jesus just tried to sell me a toothbrush.
just thought you should know it took me an hour and a half to make soup. I had to keep laying on my kitchen floor. being 21 is hard.
I'm almost positive that you shat in a birdhouse
I think I'm drunk at the airport. Oh the possibilities
Fucking that physical therapist guy was the best decision I ever made.
Between having seen you naked and interpreting your values based on the occasional political FB post, you're no stranger for sure.
Just got a snapchat from him that was a video of with the caption "my new apartment" in Brazil. I think we might not be seeing eachother anymore.
He invited to drink but spelled forties wrong so no thx
If you don't sing 'dust in the wind' at my funeral, I'll haunt you forever
i think she learned that just cuz half shots were easier, doesnt mean she can have triple as many.
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