We all need desperate help. Maybe we should just become a group of people who walk around town and shit in peoples air vents
I'm down.
Also, I once came to the conclusion after this one boy, that her pleasure condoms are a college boys version of flowers
So I came home baked last night and made about 60% of my jeans into jorts...
i don't even remember going to get food. i think i got gas too.
Just found custom condoms. Guess I'm not getting any work done today.
i want to find a way to basically assault his face with my vagina.
I have been sober for so long that I miss hangovers... what is happening to this summer?
Yea, I had a chaperone thankfully. I'm in the fetal position attempting to eat captain crunch now.
I'm wearing a real bra and real shoes. I look like a fucking lady.
Seriously you have a sixth sense. You woke up out of a nap to tell us all to check the clock and it was 4:18. You're like the spiderman of smoking weed.
When he swipes my v card it will be comparable to my bat mitzvah. should I make sweatshirts or sweatpants?
My dog misses eating marshmallows out of your butt when you're passed out. That bordered on sex abuse, now that I think about it. My bad.
Starting this Monday as I always do
With a desperate plea for help
I'm glad you enjoyed the night but why were you calling me "daddy"?
Sorry my phone died because I decided charging my vibrator was way more important
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