I had a dream last night that I was the one that killed Biggie
He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
It must have been true love
I don't call true love eating a bag of doritos and then going down on each other
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
$3 wine plus diet sprite does not make good champagne.
does taste better than andre tho
i walked into the first stall,, but there was no paper, so i'm in the other one. a little kid is in the one without paper now and is making a lot of noise. curious how this'll turn out for him.
Well, technically I had a shirt on, it was just around my waist.
its not that she doesnt like having sex with you, your balls just smell worst then your ass.
Im so tired of dysfunctional exs fucking up my relationships with future dysfunctional exs
I dunno. It's not as good as 'devourer of cocks' but I suppose few things are.
I was the only one at the party that didn't get their name taken by the police. I'm convinced that I'm the main character of Ferris Bueller's Drunken Adventures.
we're the same shoe size and he owns more pairs of heels than i do. this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship
I haven't even sucked a boob is 6 weeks I hate not college
I felt like I crashed a wedding. Everyone was dressed so nice and I was covered in actual dirt and a little blood.
The bouncer just called me magically delicious... apparently I'm a lucky charm. hollllleeeerrrr!
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