i don't have parental supervision. i'm gonna start accepting candy from strangers now.
And I know a few people wouldnt want to even be around high people. Which is sad. But jet packs are cool.
Your expertise in crazy bitches is needed.
well the blowjob for study guide exchange was a success.
i feel like my tongue has its own mouth, and that mouth just bit its tongue and is clenching its teeth.
seis de mayo is my least favoite holiday because i usually spend it in bed sobbing over my poor life decisions from the night before.
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
I don't think I can look at him the same way anymore after he walked in my room wearing a short skirt with a boner.
my vagradar is going off.. it smells a soldier
Let me refresh your memory. New Year's Eve in the back of my car you grabbed my hand and said feel my tumor on my butthole and at that moment I swear we were infinite
I'm full of champagne and rage, of course I'm showing up at his house.
I got to my internship late... with a bag of chipotle and sex hair.
Moral of the story - don't craft naked. Your nipples with thank me.
I hate that I will forever be known as the girl who puked on the front lawn. That only happened once.
I dropped my slice of pineapple on the kitchen floor and was just staring at it about to cry. It was really good pineapple.
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