Its about making memories worth repressing
shes the kind of girl i dont like to talk to unless my penis is in her mouth.
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
We should never set our expectations higher than pizza bagels cause then our night is bound to get better
I passed out leaning next to a light pole. When the cop woke me up at 4 AM, I told him I was a block away from the apt, just had to stop to make a puke pit stop.
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
I didn't realize I was holding it, until I was like, "whose baby is this?"
My grandpa is giving me detailed instructions on how to fight a second floor bedroom fire from a ladder on the out side. Just in case
Kurt said to text you and encourage you to come out tonight. Encourage you with my rack.
Don't feel bad, we're professionals and we just housed burgers in burger king singing I believe I can fly
I created a photogrid for every picture he has ever sent me of his penis. Now I can see every angle at one time. THIS IS GREAT.
that's just what you get for learning massage techniques from gay porn
She has also never texted me first which I think might be a tell-tale sign she wants me to die alone.
Hes back in his dorm room dancing naked with 3D glasses on.
and he said that acid doesnt really do anything to him...
Jus had a dream that I borrowed bob dylans car to save us from a pack of raptors. Pretty stoked about it.
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