PS- did you die? If you did just text "dead" to me, so that I know.
We dont have to go to dinner or anything gay like that. I just wanna do it.
I absolutely love you.
Can you please check on Jay? He just called and left a Backstreet Boys song on my voicemail. Either it's 1998, or someone needs to go back to rehab.
Someone's playing Limp Bizkit out loud on the train. I think the decade reset it self.
my history teacher totally just suggested that we record his lectures and play drinking games with them later so that we pay attention to the material.
It was like stroking your vagina with a cloud.
well, the two that sent pics I've already been with, so at least its not just BAM HERE'S MY PENIS IN YOUR INBOX ENJOY THOSE MEGAPIXELS
Because at some point last night we decided that shotgunning beers from a paint stick was a good idea
I fucking love my neighbors. I offered him chocolate and somehow it turned into a sexual proposition.
We got the DJ into it too! "If there are any dudes into other dudes out there, my man mark is looking to get pounded. Buy him a drink stat!"
can't believe I traded a good night's sleep and a midterm for your blurry tits
Can you pick up from work today? There's a surprise for you on the bed and I haven't gone blind which is positive.
I just rode a horse than walked onto my property in boarshorts, flip flops, and holding a 40. What do I win?
So what your saying is I can use her desperation to my advantage. Fuck, this must be how pretty girls feel.
Also I am throwing a blaZer over what I wore to bed and calling it an outfit.
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