I dreamt Michael Jackson dropped his pants in front of me and I had to ignore it.
She punched me in the face after i pulled it out and grabbed my cell phone. Ill be the one hiding in the bushes with one shoe.
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
Pregaming class all semester has made this final review session more like my introduction to the topic.
I know your texting costs money, but I'll pay for it if you consider this. Oversized frozen jello shots. I'll buy everything needed if you approve. Let me know
Find out what day classes start and I will come down to Richmond that weekend. Any broad who claims to be 18-21 will be promptly ID'd. My job has trained me to spot a fake from a mile away, and I don't need a statutory rape charge.
The last text I sent him was about nachos. Frankly, if he can't respond positively to that he can fuck off...
No, we got so into acting out our role play characters we didn't even fuck. still sucess.
I'll just save you what dignity you have left by letting what happened die with your lack of memory and/or liver.
Fuck you, you can't judge me til you've smelt my boobs.
Am I over stepping my bounds if I ask to fuck in your new bathroom?
It has heated floors
I have a better chance beating China's military with slap bracelets than this plan has of working.
He'll only communicate through snapchat with pictures of him holding his cat or his dick. Bit of Russian roulette opening them in public but I did it anyway.
We had sex and I never took my mets hat off... I feel like Duda knows and approves.
Why did I wake up covered in glitter next to a half eaten cheeseburger?
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