Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
so i had a choice between studying for my physics test on fluid dynamics or spend the night with my girlfriend. hello doubletasking.
we have to go try and show our tits so we can get ID-free drinks at applebees
i hope not, i just know that at one point I was sitting on the bathroom floor eating bugles and crying because i had no one to show that it looked like I had witch nails when i stuck them on the ends of all ofmy fingers.
just snorted lines off a mancala board. I'm destined to win this game.
It's just my hair. It brings natural happiness. Like goldfish, big boobs, and milkshakes.
I've just stalked all the hot guys who have clicked "attending". I now know which guys are "yes", "maybe" and "no". I only hope my drunk self remembers.
True but, who really needs money in europe? Just barter with sexual favors. A bowl of cereal is worth a blowjob.
the most romantic thing he could do for me right now would be to throw himself into traffic
Just remember, if we get caught, you're deaf and I don't speak English.
He ate me out while Space Jam was on. My life is complete.
No more twerking this week. I think I dislocated a boob.
I mean, the night I fell out of that bus I made you pour vodka onto my wound to clean it, then duct taped a paper towel to my hand and kept drinking.
I just want somebody to fondle my boobs while I read fanfiction. Is that too much to ask?
Dude, I need a fuckin wingman and this could finally make us eskimo brothers, how can you pass that up?
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