its not stalking. its research.
i barely touched his dick and all of a sudden he yells, "BONER!"
Your clothes are in washers 2,3 and 4. I arranged by darks, whites, then frat... I'm not even joking
of course he's cheating on me, she's 100x prettier and she can do the splits
Can you send me a picture of you not naked, my mom wants to see what you look like
I'll be there in 10. I need you naked and ready. Warm up.
And before you knew it they were calling me the pussy usher or something like that
Halfway through lecture, some kid in the front row threw up IN his hands. Professor held the door for him to carry it out.
After everything you did, you followed it with "Oh God, that's something a high person would do. But I'm not high." So yeah, you're not getting near my stash again.
Sitting in my car feasting on the spoils of Taco Bell as Donna Lewis croons "I love you, always forever." A more perfect moment will never exist.
Oh boy I hope we come out of this alive. And with clean prison records
I love when my neighbors have passionate, loud sex to remind me that I'm not getting laid
My professor just asked for my number. Not fucking her till after finals though I learned my lesson last time.
It's 7am. I'm sitting on the curb in last nights clothes with a nose bleed and no idea how to get home. Low moment I feel.
Last night I realized my life is an experiment of really bad decisions when I had to leave without my underwear. But at least I'm expanding my life experience.
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