Its like after 6 beers, the clap doesn't scare me anymore.
She just sat there, all alone, with a bottle of booze. And the dog. He even looked like he didn't wanna be there with her.
So... on the count of three, we are going to forget last night ever happened... 1...2...3
I think this breakup is Gods way of telling me I deserve a bigger dick
how does 'resolution to respect myself more' follow 'he fucks me really hard'?
Dude. Get me out of here. I'm surrounded by glitter-faced 40 year olds in halter tops. The desperation here is so thick you can taste it.
What happens at the gay bar stays at the gay bar. Except that I sold my panties for $100. People should know that.
She stumbled into class and Google image searched nipple piercings for the entire 75 minutes
Boobs are out for the taking
dude girls our age are getting married and having babies and I still can't figure out how to defrost my hotpockets
Suffice to say, I think if people ask about your bruises, and you look them right in the eye, and say "they're from fucking...", people would be like, "respect."
I can't believe you won 5 grand from the casio last night and spent more than 80% on tacobell and strippers already
But you put your finger in my ass and the rest is history
I'm about to play another round of who's panties are in my car.
you know my pussy doesn't know between good and evil
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