Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
it makes me cry that so many people are going to see you naked someday.
The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.
She wouldn't go home with me cause I forgot her name. I didn't realize it would matter after she danced with her vagina on my face
I turned down free cocaine. I both respect and regret and that decision.
get over here now. the boys are doing shots of everclear, chasing with monster, and some dude jsut walked in with a backpack full of tattoo gear.
I'm eating the rest of the Xmas shrooms and welcoming 2012 by communing with the pine cone.
Exactly. Motivated vaginas are the best kind of vagina
I was wondering why he was in my phone as "Cat Guy", he seemed pretty normal. Then when we woke up he was wearing a shirt with a picture of his cat on it. The name stays.
I know I don't have feelings for him because I feel completely ashamed every time after we have sex
You're the second person to offer to fuck me in the bathroom at work. Idk whether I should feel honored, or if cvs is just a turn on.
As if I didn't already know that I was in the friend zone, our conversation that included the words "kiddo" and "old friend" really was a knee biter.
Do you ever get a cramp in like, ONE labia?
I'm still alive btw, in case you were worried about my well being.
Try me, you 5'5 gremlin
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