I felt like helen keller
But she could have totally found that shit before me
she looked me in the eyes and called me a poet because i was singing lady gaga, then she fell over...
He keeps trying to sell me the forks from his kitchen drawer
we were fucking and all I could think about is how my silly bands were glowing in the dark.
He sang nursery rhymes to my vagina to get me to have sex with him..
I mean if she was naked in my room I would talk to her
I wish I could sell my textbooks directly to my drug dealer and cut out the middle man
Overdraft my account again. Parents are starting to ask questions. What would go over better a gambling or drug addiction??
OH MY GOD DO YOU REMEMBER WISHBONE? DO YOU REMEMBER THAT LITTLE BITCH? WHAT'S THE STORY WISHBONE
I think the fact that I shit my pants, threw away my underwear in a frat bathroom, lost my socks down a drain in the front yard and still got laid... deserves some sort of a victory drink for myself or a blowjob for him since he was such a good sport.
I know how to say Yes, No, and Your Mother's Vagina. So almost fluent.
i know i should keep better track of the things that i put in your vagina but i've put so many things in there it's hard to keep track
please come upstairs a drunk asian is lying down n the middle of my room and i don't know him
If that orgasm indicates how the rest of the year is going to go, I need to buy rain boots.
That was before I lit my hair on fire
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