so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
Theres just something about looking at pictures of your dick in church that doesn't feel right
he keeps trying to sext me and all I can do is respond with descriptions of what im eating.
you were trying to control your nosebleed while having someone hold your four loko while you drank it through a straw. all at the same time. that is commitment.
I have effectively turned laundry day into a drinking game.
he gave me a thermos so I could take my coffee with my on drive of shame. I was unexpectedly grateful...
I'm pretty sure you and I ate the entire Keebler elf weed workshop
I have come to the conclusion that my perfect boyfriend is a cardboard cutout of Link with a dildo attatched. Also, Merry Christmas.
i'll llet you know if at any point this night starts to make any sense
I just used crown royal bags as pot holders...
Speaking of church, everyone showed up to lunch in the dining hall in their Sunday best and I walk in looking homeless bc I just got out of bed. I hate this school.
especially when i'm drunk. his dick might as well be made of cotton candy.
I just paid $10 for tinder plus so that I could change my location to Rio and match with Olympic Athletes
I want to ride his face like a jet ski
What can I say, like your penis. The fact that I like the person attached to it helps too
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