So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
I'm jammin out to some Brit Birt, she's still my bitch, I love her crazy ass
dont like to call her my roomate, too cordial. i refer to her as the whore that was assigned to live with me
Sunscreen. In my vag. I hate summer sex.
still drunk. talking shit to the doc drawing my blood. this has no upside
his mom walked in, looked at me, sighed n nsaid 'when are u gonna learn' n walked out
I guess I made wings because there's chicken everywhere. Even on the walls. 3 of them. It's like a chicken grave yard.
You don't have anything to lose--we've established that he's not going to murder you and he smells good.
He smells like ham and a lifetime of poor choices
You peed in my kitchen, while crying and insisting my floor was a toilet.
I just do things that aren't classy the classy way.
I don't even know if he's actually hot or just hot because he plays hockey..
You did not just say that.
I swear to god, no guy has been as interested in sticking stuff up my butt as this girl
he's figured out my code; what are you doing = I haven't found a better dick yet
And tell your penis that we can hang out tonight for sure.
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