So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I vaguely remember telling people they were not trash cans
Three questions. How does a tomato drive a car, how does an asparagus play a guitar, and how am I still so high that I chose to watch Veggie Tales?
no where in the syllabus does it say "no alcoholic beverages allowed".
Either way you look at it, I'm a slut. But either way I look at it, I'm having a fucking blast.
the fact that he forgave me for making out with the bartender is proof that i can fuck my way out of anything.
I put a toilet paper roll with my number on it by his face... hooking up is not happening
I have pink band-aids all over my body, WHAT HAPPENED?
Keg backpack and a Bike
Well I'm going to hell. But I'm going after multiple orgasms.
I'm just now starting to feel better... I remembered sleeping on the floor. I was peeing and saw his rug and it looked so comfy
This time last year I was crying in a church parking lot without shoes or a bra, so the years can only go up from here
We both know we're cheating on one another. But our side pieces aren't as kinky as us...so yeah, we're still together. This is a fucked up relationship.
Just to clarify, i'm coming over for tacos not a threesome
Why the fuck are you playing with legos?
Why the fuck are you questioning me?
I ate her out and told her she tasted like pumpkin pie. She screamed that she hated pumpkins and started to cry
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