Apparently at one point I was wearing my sweatshirt backwards like it was normal and then I threw up into the hood. Never drinking again.
i just woke up and "where the fuck is taco bell" was in my search engine...
Hey baby girl when you gonna let my tongue get up in that ass like i'm an explorer trying to go deep under on a quest for the lost city of atlantis
your text was fucking rediculious. Will let you eat my asshole though.
He kept saying the best defense against a lion is to punch it in the throat.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
Your expertise in crazy bitches is needed.
its coolsest when we hear the beat in our water bottles. and the likghts are in his eyes now. oh holland
Im blowing my nose and the only thing coming out is beer
It was like a Thanksgiving meal, which you spend 8 hours cooking, and the family wolfs down in 20 minutes. All that flirting and build-up for like 90 seconds of pumping and he was gone in a flash, never to be heard from again.
I didn't even have pants on and you think I had an agenda
I can't handle more than one dick at once. I become crazy. It's hard to be mellow and free spirited and polygamous at the same time.
I'm on the fast track to lesbian land
I'm glad you threw up in my bed because now we talk.
She is still drunk from the night before, sitting here eating KFC mashed potatoes and drinking Arbor Mist before Anatomy lab.
I've just realized that today's rations have consisted of turkey bacon and jack Daniels.
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