Well maybe next time you won't tell me to do whatever I want.
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
Well you broke that rule when you put it in your mouth.
while being fingered today, I was told I have an abnormally deep g-spot. Now you know, I am a size queen because of SCIENCE.
I'll see your cousin, and raise you a sister.
At one point in time, he cried and said I didn't appreciate him.
It's 1 AM and there's a guy outside my house belting out Bennie and The Jets. He stops in between verses to puke. I'm joining him.
He bought my favorite ceral.. I've guess I've earn the status as one of his regular fuck buddies. I feel honored and proud. His roommates girls don't get this treatment.
I can't live in this building much longer. People are starting to figure out that it's me making the weird sex noises.
it went ok. then he slept in a parking lot and took me out for a picnic the next day. boys are confusing.
I'm 99.9% sure the people upstairs are using walki-talkies to talk to each other across the room. Too high for this shit
In hindsight following that black guy in the ghostbusters costume was a terrible decision on everyone's part
Please don't tell me that blonde guys name is Matthew I won't be able to fuck a guy with my brothers name
You're the air beneath my wings and the lookout when I pee
You talk the same way I hallucinate.
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