I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
in the practice room. just found 3 bottles of smirnoff hidden inside the piano. SO glad i didn't get into berklee...
my family just sang happy birthday to baby jesus. no ones even drunk yet
there was a party in your bed and you weren't invited... change your sheets
Ok that kid was ether gay or 12 with a beard.
And apparently midway I said "hurry up and finish so we can talk about what a bad idea this was"
Someone at all my grapes... if it was you or one of your hoodrat friends I swear to god I'll shit in your shampoo
She seriously spent 30 minutes trying to make balloon animals out of my limp dick...
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Exactly.
her tits were more amazing then brown bears with armor and guns that fire bullets of Justice that destroys inequality.
I still owe him the card with all the sperm paper cutouts falling out like glitter saying " sorry you can't hold your load. Better luck next time "
Frankly, since I met you, I practically exist in a state of constant readiness for sex
That moment when a stripper is the one that makes the two of you have to define the status of your relationship...
I fit in backpacks. BOOM HERE I AM! Like a stripper from a cake.
I butt dialed her mom while cheating on her. Needless to say Christmas will be awkward.
I think my brain is throwing up inside my head. How do you live like this?
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