I need to talk to you about an important matter involving lesbians.
i got lost in a forest last night. this morning I realized the "forest" was just 6 trees on campus.
If its called oral, why is it so hard to talk?
Brutally Honest is my real middle name, Princess just sounds better.
the orgasm was like being thrown to the other end of reality, so getting a nosebleed from it wasnt too upsetting at that point
I just reenacted what a cuntadactyl would act like by putting straws in my mouth as teeth and roaring, Plz come get me.
We came back and there was a shotglass filled with what looks like blood. Come over soon, we're gonna try it out.
Let's just say, at one point i got woken up at 4am by a naked guy who was offering me steak, in a cup.
I just found a video on my phone from last night of you yelling, "you can't fuck me!" at least 20 times
He came to my house drunk at two a.m., got in the hot tub, refused to get out until he smoked a blunt, and said "That's what brothers and sisters are for."
After Thursday my breakup "don't screw anybody out of respect" month will be over and I will be set loose. My pussy is purring with anticipation.
bah. we'll see. don't give yourself a boner of false hope.
I have learned that if you don't want to hook up with the guy who walked you home, food is great compensation.
I'm chasing my vodka with snickers.
He told me to grab his penis so I did and swung it around and said “awe, it looks like the wacky inflatable tube man.
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