dude i'm inner monologue high
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this should be fun to decipher. I'd like to buy a vowel.
Me too. I'd like to spend all next summer high and drunk and riding ponies and boys.
I don't understand how he can't hear himself snoring, but he'll wake up to me sneaking m&m's from my junk food stash beside the bed...
Well he's in a two year college so technically hes a senior. At least can we just pretend I'm not robbing the cradle.
I mean we had sex in a crib. You tell me how my night was.
There is an empty space on my boobs where glow paint should be.
My god. His mom just smacked my ass. Does this mean I'm accepted??
I'm getting turned down for sex. Apparently my "sexual appetite" cannot be satiated even by a man who's such a deviant he went to prison for jerking off in his car.
The walk home lasted longer than the sex. He lives in the flat above the bar.
You know that girl that climbed through my window and got in my bed with me and fucked me? It turns out she was real and has a real boyfriend who is real pissed
I am still awake. And let me sing you the song of my people. Ahem. "I have a bottle of hydrocodone and you all can fuck off."
You just accidentally called me. You kept saying "Really?! Really?!!" So I can only assume you are having sub par sex
Like the fear of satan was put into my heart when I saw him put that sandwich on the WOODEN BENCH
I fucked R2D2 last night. I consider Star Wars day a success.
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