I'm laying in your front yard are you home
id fuck shawn from boy meets world only if we could name the baby topanga.
She smells like mac and cheese, right after you add the cheese. It's strangely erotic.
She didn't know my name but she knew I was Canadian so she just called me Canada. It sounded like the national anthem when we were fucking.
We're listening to the crystal method and doing bong hits for jesus
How are you texting me from 1998?
I'm currently blowing up the downstairs bathroom at work. I wish I could foursquare this.
That basically sounds like the worst party of my life, and I'm including my brother's World of Warcraft themed birthday party.
There will always be a place in my black heart for him because he gave me my first sex-induced orgasm. While you slept on the bunk above.
I mentioned your name at this party and some girl started crying.
I'm still high with raccoon eyeliner eyes and chocolate all over my face and chest, clutching a mug of wine. Happy graduation.
He had a step stool to get in to his bed!
I'm gonna be the best dressed mother fucker to ever get kicked out of that damn bar.
Let's be honest, college orientation is going to be "here's how to drink everclear"
I wanna stuff your vagina full of Reese's peanut butter hearts and eat you clean
Is it bad that I'm not at all bothered by the fact that to some people I'm simply known as the girl that takes her shirt off?
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