the point i decided it was time to leave was when i was on the floor of the bar, after taking her down with me, and a table.
Its like everytime i see you, my vagina gets a heartbeat.
I just scratched behind my ear and found icing. Fuck you.
We did naked snow angels in 14 degree weather, you can't tell me you had more liquor at that party
blah blah blah they called me an alcoholic because I threw my beer at a Jesus freak. it was for the best
I just want a guy that likes cats and is willing to get a vasectomy. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?!
It sounds miserable..I have to wear a dress and it's a cash bar?
My pussy is making all kinds of justifications that my mind would have no patience for if it was still in charge
I don't want to die alone with cake watching shows about cake
That bar is one yeast infection away from total annihilation.
Actually I more feel like I'm on a ship about to grab the holy grail off an island
The ship is me being high the holy grail is some profound idea I'm about to have
I walked around with red solo cups on my feet, weeds tied around my neck and a tree in my hand
I'm mainly pissed because I shaved fucking EVERYTHING for this. WITH SHAVING CREAM. Men do not appreciate how rarely that happens.
And you tried to get me to have sex with you in our Harry potter closet lol
Idk if I want to put a bra on
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