My corndog is like a popsicle of bread. A WHOLE. POPSICLE. OF BREAD.
yes we did fuck in his chapter room. yes it was demeaning. and yes, they probably will discuss it at chapter tonight.
What the fuck am I going to do with a pinata full of tampons?
You can do it. What doesn't kill us just drives us to drink
tequilla shots with my grandparents? christmas visiting just got so much better
He kissed my hand AND my forehead. I don't think this virginity business is for heartless whores like us.
I hope it's the birth control, otherwise I'm dying
I want you to read this conversation tomorrow and be proud of the fact that you taught me how to decipher any drunk message. Good job.
Not my type, but the penis looks fun.
I would reevaluate a bf who is happy with other guys doing me.
Remember that cop that blew me in the parking lot a few weeks ago? He's possibly with his wife and kids shopping at Target.
Remember when we got high off our ass and you talked me into running in place then punched me in the face and said it was a wall?
Ya, you were bleeding for an hour and a half
I think I left my thong in your bed. Careful. It has the power to destroy the agitator on a washing machine
Who was that dick in the suit telling us to stop drinking?
The priest.
Typical. We're ready to go, and you're not wearing pants.
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