I'm sorry, but there's just something about mesh over nipples that irks me.
We just all danced like dinosaurs in the center of the dance floor.
By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
I woke up in what appears to be a taco bell graveyard in my bed.
He's throwing up in my bed and I'm not even getting fucked for this
Weird we were more concerned with sharing our germs than tag teaming the blow job?
He paid me $20 to swallow a baggie of glitter, which turned out to be the best decision I've ever made. My vomit has never been prettier.
I'm not liking this ratio of moving to blowjobs...
I couldn't find my shirt this morning so I stole one from his eight year old sister. Slutted up my outfit quite a bit.
He offered to teach me how hula hoop in exchange for acid. I took him up on it.
Enjoy the penises
Turns out he's actually a she. Might keep dating her just to see Mom's reaction.
well we woke up in different beds than the ones we originally fell asleep in, you were butt naked, and your boyfriend was sleeping on a cot in the middle of the kitchen. that might be why he's mad.
Things could not have gone more poorly if I had stripped naked and run through the Sahara with sirloins tied to my vagina.
He broke through his window then signed his name on the biggest peice of glass from it. I think they framed it and named it 'best party ever'
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