Exactly. All of us sinners go to hell and get nothing while all of the goody two shoes get to go to heaven where its all pink floyd, lasers, and pot.
Ok I can't be your drugdealer AND booty call AND friend. It just doesn't work that way
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
Its like they don't get that I only talk to them before homecoming, thanksgiving, or any other time I go home. I love highschool girls.
There's still flour in my hair. And I don't even want to know what the neighbors think happened infront of my house.
Whenever there is a ShotSki involved, I have no excuse but to drink, right? It's like a rule.
He wasn't eating out, he was performing a hysterectomy without a license....should I be worried about my future family?
its not you its me. and by that i mean i am more interested in having random one night stands with random hot girls then having the same normal sex with u.
i got up, ate a McDouble, then went straight back to bed.
You sure know how to make a day worth living.
IM WEARING A FLAG
So that's a no to the clothes then
FLAG
you gave a quesadilla a blow job with sour cream at Denny's.
If all that ever happens between us is orgasms and dank memes, I think I'd be okay with that.
"Because this is an ongoing legal matter" is how his morning after sex text began. So...
The police report said i was screaming at someone that wasnt there, then the cops told me to call someone sober and i called mike to tell him "They are trying to arrest me for stealing information from the FBI" at that point they took me to jail.
He started me on Celexa. I think I feel like Bjork. Is that normal?
Like... my feet feel like little octopuses, and they want to swim to the next room.
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