She has some nice fakeys. She is also an exotic entrepreneur.
my vagina is like the nba. its where amazing happens.
man, work is way more interesting with these acid flashbacks.
She woke up laying on my kitchen floor, ketchup bottle as her pillow, in front of my fridge.
I don't know what he did but now I'm terrified of mustache rides and it's only movember 3rd
If I die I am blaming you for not answering to tell me the proper dosage of horse tranquilizers to take
I literally just wrote "I'm sorry" in my blue book, got up and walked out
Drunk me needs to be reminded of my sexual preferences.
at least it wasnt animals
I'm just going to eat until there's an actual reason why he wouldn't want to fuck me.
You would be so proud at how green we're being. Re-using last night's jello shot containers.. saving the world one step at a time
Sexual favors are the only currency recognized by the Republic of Greg
Apparently she "missed me" and the only logical solution was to fuck my brother.
God dammit everything I said last night about jungle juice being awesome just does not carry over into the next day
I refuse to fake an orgasm. If I'm dating him, he better work for that shit.
And I think she just drunkenly ordered an ipad. she said it was so pretty she couldn't keep it "locked up" because an ipad has to be let free.
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