You stood up and started yelling"Free blow jobs!" because you thought people would like you more.
Theres been so much buildup for our genitals to meet, one or both of us is sure to be disappointed.
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
I am so 35 right now. Listening to REM, drinking red wine, and crying over an article about ecstasy in oprah magazine.
Sudden realization: I dumped him because he was too immature, yet I am the one who moved back into my parent's basement post-breakup.
Odd question. Did you find a 20 in your boxers? I need it for gas.
Well, I looked over and you and him were each making out with a fireman. And then you switched. And you probably spent an hour like that.
Are you sure you didn't shit in my back yard?
Saxophones in my mind. I swear someone dosed me.
I generally just try to vote by which candidate I think has the bigger dick. Sorry Romney.
Apparently you missed the drunkest me ever documented. I slept on the hardwood floor and left my pants on the porch to give u a frame of reference.
He kicked in the door just as I climbed on top of him...and stood there. I felt like I was in a porn. It was invigorating.
I wrote a list of things I enjoy doing. So far it says "get high and go to museums."
3 cups of coffee and some molly. The "Tay's Day Off Diet"
He made me cum 3 times, then immediately after sex packed a bowl and passed it to me. Yeah.. I'll keep him.
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