I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
I think the world might be a better place if everyone was capable of having open relationships.
Here's the thing. I'm really high and have lots of questions about lightning.
story update. I'm locked out of my house. Walk of shame advisory extended...
you should be careful. everyone knows your chances of pregnancy increase by 100 percent when youre the daughter of a religious figure
He came home all fucked up crying slammed his bedroom door and all we could hear for about three hours was THIS ISN'T GONA RUIN MYLIFe what happend
I told him I got this chick pregnant and he has to get a new wingman
I'm gonna have sex with my clothes on and I'll know everyone there so I'll be in my comfort zone
A little light bondage fun never hurt anybody (erotic asphyxiation excluded). Car batteries attached to reproductive organs have.
This day sucks. I just wanna play ostrich and bury my head in your boobs.
He'd rather cuddle with his shitty little miniature dog than the half naked girl in his bed. I've lost all hope for him and my vagina
i dont know the whole gay terminator look is really hot on him
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I'm eating pizza in the bathtub
He asked me to fly out to Seattle to participate in a week of marathon sex so I'm at the airport now. I'll call you when I get back.
I don't think he knows you can have sex sober...
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