I'm drive I can fine osifer
Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
i really wish i had a remote for my computer. its all the way on my bed while im across the hall puking my brains out to enya. not cool.
Just looking for some anal play. An attempting to read atonement. The highbrow/lowbrow divide is striking.
on toilet. in drag. drinking coffee vodka. I regret nothing.
Living room yoga. I'm too hungover to deal with anyone else's chi today.
I let him watch sportscenter while we fucked. How did he repay me? I'm now missing class to get a shot in the ass for the clap. You and I are getting wasted and keying someone's car this weekend.
Dude when we asked him where he lived all he could tell us was "by the slurpees." That fucked up.
The picture that pops up when I call her phone is a picture of my nipple. Just so you're forewarned.
I heard them banging and it sounded like he was trying to stuff a fucking coconut into her
Why does my therapist keep calling when I jerk off?
I figured it out! The supermoon explains how I managed to have sex with 3 dudes in 3 nights without leaving the apartment.
I only drink at bars with bathrooms big enough to have sex in.
Can't talk, ducks in the car
I'm getting paid to get fucked up. How much better could this get?
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