I can hear the grilled cheese talking to me. "Let me in there!" they wanna get inside me
watching a depressing episode of spongebob while high is the most depressing thing i have ever experienced
What's the point in getting all dressed up and going when i'm just gonna throw up on myself by midnight?
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
Lindsay lohan: road to jail is on E tonight. Bring vodka we are not missing an opportunity to make a drinking game out of this
I am never taking advice from you again. The high heels in the shower were a bad idea. I orgasmed and almost drowned.
She tried to kill herself by taking a whole packet of panadol. I mean HELLO THAT'S ME EVERY SUNDAY MORNING.
Let's discuss options later this evening. I'll draw out said options and compare and contrast the "accessibility" of the costume for quickies. Because you never know. Halloween is full of surprises. I'll also compare practicality, level of skank, and creative features.
Ok I have to ask, whose idea was it to used crushed up norcos as margarita salt? And what did they say to convince everybody else to think it was a good idea?
All I know is that I'm not gonna send out SOS messages via twitter for your rescue this time.
But the Super Mario beer pong table is more than appropriate.
Probably TMI here but I just rubbed one out while listening to thunderstruck, almost ripped my dick off.
She was chasing her shots with beefaroni and I think I fell in love.
I was thinking we could get together and exchange gifts, and by gifts I mean orgasms.
If I take one more surprise finger up the ass this week there will be hell to pay.
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