i'm watching a show about a girl who died from masterbating with a carrot. A FUCKING CARROT, EMILY! YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL!
She's mad at me cuz I told her having a fuck buddy was too much commitment.
I'm so hungover I took Dramamine to help prevent the motion sickness of walking.
Yes I was being legit. That's the only plant I want in my house. A growing penis.
It's because you were crossfaded. And because drinks were 3 dollars. And because they accepted credit cards.
I slept with him because his girlfriend should know better than to be with him given is reputation. It was like sex and a lesson all in one.
This stranger told me I should "start playing for the other team" and then continued to talk to me about the joys of being a lesbian
Your ankle brace is here and the saw is charged. Grab some vodka that cast is coming off tonight.
It wasnt until i started dancing that i realized i pissed myself dude. I dont think shes gonna call me back.
Nothing says "I Love you" like my dick in a pizza box
I have the overwhelming need to take care of him. Both with my vagina and like emotionally.
They have beer where we have blood.
I want to start a guest book for my bed room so when dudes leave they can write a review
I just want to nap all the time and eat Chinese food.
At one point did I say I have a doctorate in fuck u?
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