It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
She was sucking his dick at Seacrets outside bar in front of all of us...her friends kept coming over crying and yelling "Tiffany stop it"
I feel like I'm one of those people who someone looks at and thinks "how did she get into this college"
she's got that wholesome 16 and pregnant look.
his penis is PERFECT
I want to put it in a shoebox and place cottonbls around it to protect it from any harm
or knit it little hat
It's a Lindsey's Going to Jail Theme party.
In need of cum proof mascara. Don't judge me.
All right cuz right now I'm in one of those moods where the shear thought of doing anything more strenuous than making a sandwich has me wanting to curl up in the feeble position and splash around in a puddle of my own tears.
I NEED ANOTHER LEVEL OF CAPS TO EXPRESS TO YOU THE MAGNITUDE OF MY FADDEDNESS
You text him a porn site address and said GOODBYE ... I think he got the hint
The best revenge is living well. Or pooping in his sunroof. Either or
i know i shouldn't tell you this since i want you to really like me but i just spent the last 4 hours sleeping on the toilet.
I don't think I've ever met a guy with a bush bad enough that I would choose a cactus over it.
What is it in my brain that makes me look at a penis and think "that belongs in my mouth"?
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