There are the 2 BIGGEST tools by me-- at our table. I hate them. But they're not ugly and I may make out with them later. And hate myself. Definitely hate myself.
Clothes are such an inconvenience.
i am exhausted. it's been years. we both know his dick is small. the jig is up.
It was like riding a jackhammer on a train during an earthquake. THAT amazing.
She shouted out halfway through "that costume does nothing to hide your cock". Last time we let her drink at the theatre.
You know we had a good night last night when today I opened up my Google Translate application and the language is set to Persian and the phrase to translate is "I want you to suck my dick".
somehow this went from sexting to explaining my eating disorder.
i need some food
Holy shit I forgot about you stabbing him.
At what point did you realize I was getting blown under the table during our dominos game?
Sex on acid. Try it. I thought we were fucking in outer space with fireworks inside a rocketship car. Best.
come over we're fb stalking guys who were dressed as bananas last night because i can't remember which one i blew
Thanks for reminding me of all the hookups my brain has been trying to suppress...
That's what friends are foooooooor!
Idk... he wears anklets.. i dont think i can get past that.
I threw up in the bathtub last night like a decent human being.
I thought i was doing pretty well but I walked into my first class and everyone on my side of the room immediately asked how drunk and high I was
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