Don't use my boy Weezy to support your whoreish tendencies.
She transformed our coors light pitcher we stole from the bar into a fruit basket...
Then she called me a home wrecking whore.
dont they live in a condo? that doesnt count.
The sun is out and the snow is finally starting to melt here... Vodka bottles keep popping up everywhere. Guess it's the college version of burying nuts for the winter
It's my fault there's ramen coiled around his penis.
Well at least he stopped keeping track of money by bottles of McCormick.
He made me a period mix..should I back out now?
I feel like fucking him is something we all do but don't want to admit to. like masturbating or peeing in the shower
I realized after pounding back 151 and head banging into each other to "the drop" of that dub step song, that we weren't meant to have boyfriends at this point in time.
I wrapped my scarf around his head and then made him go down on me
And I also said, "probe me"
spring break - time to see if my two week detoxing gave my liver a chance to recover.
I have to drop off my inflatable penis costume at the bar for my bartender. Do you think you could meet me there at like 630?
Was the picture of her twerking on a fake plant sufficient?
We went camping and met these lesbians and now I have S'mores where there shouldn't be S'mores.
thanks for letting me have sex in your bed, too bad you didn't get to yet
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