Hot guy, man whore rep, huge crush, alcohol that will fuck you up. I fail to see how this could go wrong
like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
susan atkins died, charles manson's lady
dont cry, there are other serial killers to crush on.
i either just walked in on pete wacking off to webmd or he was checking his dick for herpes
she just announced that once she was paid to deep throat a light saber with a mint flavored condom on it. i'm speechless.
I don't remember her missing an ear while we were at the bar
sorry for the blank pocket text. My penis obviously has nothing to say to you.
at one point he was caressing me in the kitchen asking me my name over and over again and then asking what my favorite continent was
when im done with her im going to need you to carry me on your shoulders as i poses victoriously for all those who were within earshot
I want to be the sort of person he can respect in the morning once the drugs wear off.
i think the last part kind of negates the first part there
I hung my underwear from the tree in his front yard. Consider my territory marked.
I slept naked with a towel wrapped around my waist in case I pissed the bed again
How old am I that I had to sneak a boy out of my room this morning...
Having Father’s Day on Pride weekend is always so awkward. “Hey dad just calling to say I love you.” While I’m navigating my way through a pop up pool at a bar riding a penis floatie. Happy Father’s Day.
I teamed up with my vagina. I compromised his morals and then she corrupted him for good. It’s been a very successful and slutty partnership
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