You keep asking me questions like I have this magical thing called a memory
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
Guess who just hooked up with the cop that fingerprinted her?
it's sunday funday. and also, who can outslut the other day.
The house is trashed, there is porn scattered everywhere like an easter egg hunt and the blow up doll is sleeping on the couch downstairs. someone covered her up.
Two girls just making out in the elevator. Didn't stop when the doors opened. Part of me didnt mind, but part did. Bc I wanted to get on the elevator without it getting awkward. Am I gay?
because drunk making out is frowned upon in museums i think
My liver is begging me not to go, but sadly enough for him my feet and hands control me getting there.
I'm not sending you pictures to jack off to. That's not what friends do
An image of us stuck like that like Pompeii comes to mind. A wonder for future anthropologists
He says I vaguely mumbled happy New year, kissed him, threw up and then went back to sleep.
The tamale guy is fucking with me, I wanna sleep in he wakes me up; early wake-n-bake and he's late and I'm hungry
Sometimes I look at dogs and just thing about how it's weird we both came from wolves
Lay off the drugs kid
Remember those neighbors I thought were FBI agents? Turns out they're DEA.
He was someone so memorable that I'd completely forgotten he'd existed up to and during the encounter
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