Im broke. I spend all my money on weed cigarettes alcohol and food. In that order. I cant even cut one of those because you know it'd be food. I already stopped getting my nails done just so i could support my bad habits.
all ten of us were sitting in his room with the lights off and staring at his colorful moving screensaver for two hours. That high.
swear to god some girl just crawled out of the washing machine. this is intense.
Hardly remember what he looks like and the man has seen me passed out spread eagle. I begin this journey with such a disadvantage.
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
When you're looking for your panties tomorrow, you traded them for a blunt on the train.
Well I'll be shitfaced all day the 4th in honor of this great nation... but I'm down for drunken camping/nature fucking on the 5th
I chased him for half a mile, lost him then somehow ended up at his house. Is that still considered stalking? I WAS drunk.
You told her you double majored in Geology and Telekinesis. When has that line ever worked for you?
Apparently I give handjobs in my sleep. So that's interesting.
I asked him to help me break in the space ship aka my bed.
As in, legitimately worried. You just sent me a 6 message long text that did not contain any complete words.
i have a lot of questions about the picture quality/lighting/motion/gravity of the balls...
Probably some sort of karmic revenge for me looking at titties somewhere along the way
and for that you shall suffer
God: I won't strike you down, but I shall introduce your child to Doja Cat during a quarantine
God... We're terrible. I'm so proud of us.
I know! It makes me feel all warm inside. Or maybe that's just me getting closer to hell.
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