you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
he just sent me a friend request on facebook. i wish it were physically possible to vomit on him through the internet.
I'm drinking early times at a fridays on wednesday night. This entire bar is going to see my dick by last call.
At barnes & noble, drinking beer out of thermoses, lookin legit.
I told her I was horny and she said to forget it because she has vagina drama.
WHAT IN THE HELL IS VAGINA DRAMA?!
believe me... letting the man that delivered you from your mother's vagina do shots off your stomach is really fucking awkward.
i only understood the part that said mucho orgasmos
First of all...stop making excuses. Second of all...Fuck the surgeon generals warning
You just kept yelling at the cabby "I own this cab" and insisted on smoking with all the windows up
I imagine her to be like a 19th century explorer/adventurer with different boys' hearts on her wall like animal heads
Like Teddy Roosevelt
Rosemary is literally sitting on the ground holding on to the rug because she thinks she is going to fall if she lets go. We smoked way too much.
He passed out again after sex. I've hidden all his clothes. There's no way he is sneaking out in the morning this time!
I spilt beer on the table, and she quickly got a straw and yelled party foul and made me drink it.
When he's drowning in your chest and he muffles out the words 'I just want to live here' that's a compliment right?
Damn. Looks like nobody I know is doing anything interesting. Guess it's another slut-it-up-with-strangers sort of night.
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