I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
we were on a sandy mattress. i was wearing a sweatshirt with a poodle on it and eating a whopper jr. i wouldn't have fucked me either.
its was like we drinking an entire bottle of mystery
I feel like the only solution to this is to get naked and lay in the shower for a hour then see what my penis wants to do.
Everything sucks i just wanna cry and smoke a bowl and pet my cat and die. All at the same time
I just found a hunk of ham in my back jeans pocket from god knows when. We gotta stop going so ham.
You just threw your burrito at the passing teenage couple and yelled "It's never gonna last" of course your were a shit show
omg i just made best friends with a deer. Im like the drunk santa clause.
The yoga party turned into an underwear party because we are all incompetent when it comes to tying bed sheets.
This has been a Party Success Story
Fuck. I have to get my shit together by lunch. Mission impossible.
We learned many a lesson today about drug use in canoes
I said he looked like a lumberjack and that's when he came. I guess he liked the beard compliment?
He's talking about feelings now. I don't even know if he came???
you were grinding on the cop whispering for him to lend you his tazer.
So how often do you needs to see my tits today then?
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