It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
So what if i'm late to spanish tomorrow. who the hell cares. i don't even speak spanish.
the guy next to me needed a pen, so I let him take one from my book bag. my panties are now being passed around the class...thank you for telling me you hid them in my bookbag.
I just want a better ending for myself. Not walking around with one sock on and my bush hanging out.
I'm in the "I'd rather have Carbs than Dick phase" part of my Life right now. YOU tell me how much Skinny Sex I'm having.
I take it that, because we are not guzzling a box of franzia, everything went alright?
And then you told me I had large hands and looked like a girl who would have an illegitimate child that I never talked about
THERE IS NOT ENOUGH CAPSLOCK IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD TO EXPRESS MY CURRENT STATE OF WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED
I thought my ass was sore from the gym then I realized it was from being spanked. Confusing time in my life.
Omg. I'm making you a chocolate and "herb" birthday cake and using joints for candles. I'm gunna need moms help with this!
he looked at me and said 'happiness is a warm blanket' then stole my vodka.
You took a selfie with my hard dick and sent it to Scott with the caption 'Toldja'. It was hard to forget you're a teenager after that
She says the reason I don't talk to her is because I'm "emotionally lazy" what ever that means
While he was at a job interview yesterday, I was dropping acid. So that's the aesthetic of our relationship rn.
Today's forecast: 90% chance of bad decisions, good stories, solid new dick and artichoke pizza
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