So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Marriage: a sacred union between one man and one woman, and another woman in Argentina.
so far i wrote 500 words for a paper on sean paul performing we be burnin..i can officially do anything on adderral
and I'm going to name my autobiography "blow jobs with enthusiasm are the best"
I'm naming my autobiography "Reasons Not to Date Girls From Texas."
I hope, cuz I was gunna get "celebritory drunk" but now I have to get "I'm disappointed drunk"
I am sitting on the couch "eating" a frozen big bucket margarita with a spoon.
You should know that Team Beyonce's Vagina dominated in pong last night
All i remember is Liz dragging me home yelling at me, crying, and barfing
if you are still a virgin by winter break we are throwing an aztec themed sacrifice the virgin party
I think online classes were designed around the concept of day drinking.
He was sleeping, but the way he was made him look like an adorable, fuzzy penis
Also I just took a shit at a bar so always remember that ANYTHING is possible.
Besides. I don't even really like sex because it feels great. I like it because for thirty minutes I own that guys ass.
You have GOT to stop kicking in his kitchen door. Just wait for him to open it next time.
I feel like 20 angels jizzed in my mouth. This cupcake is DELICIOUS!
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