If the first sentence isn't something about weed or the nature of choclate I'm skipping class.
Had her hockey skates on in the house. Whole floor is ruined.
I need to get my pants from under your porch. People are asking questions.
He wants a "vagina fling" before he commits to dick for life. I'm gonna allow it.
I'm not trying to alarm you guys, but I think I just swallowed a ketchup packet.
She keeps asking if I've seen him... For the last time YES... IN MY BED LAST FRIDAY NIGHT AND THEN AGAIN SATURDAY MORNING
And I just found out I called my debit card a fast food passport so I dont deserve to live
Oh and apparently Friday night I came home and tried assembling the Christmas tree until my mom just told me to go to bed. Blackout.
She shit all over my seat. She is not allowed in my car under any circumstances. Not even with drugs. You can't forgive a shit.
my mom tried to talk to me about my drinking, i somehow turned it around on her, now shes going to AA and I'm going to the bar.
I never forget a pussy, even blackout me gives me that memory.
I don't know bro. If a girl makes you cum hard enough that you pull a back muscle, she might be the perfect one to call for a massage on said muscle.
I need ecstasy. And, before you ask, the answer is yes right now
Good News: There was a condom on the floor. Bad News: It was still in the wrapper
I can’t tell if I have feelings for him or if my vagina does.
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