think what you will about my sexuality, just get the cigarettes
We are walking down to the lake and then i dont know. Where did you sleep?
Places.
Plural? Please tell.
I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
Judging by the fact that my hair was glued to my head with vomit, yeah I think I couldve used a friend last night
I went to class with the sex aroma on me. The hot sun doesn't help much.
Just tried to use the bottle of Sprite in my car as mouthwash to get the taste of puke out of my mouth- it's half vodka. Puked again. Thanks man.
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
Look on the bright side. Now you know the number for poison control.
PS August 29 of last year was when you ran over my foot. Facebook just reminded me.
He also informed us that it's rude to shove your tit in someone's mouth. Happy Monday.
Sometimes I wonder if my parents know that I mean horny when I say lonely.
That's the only definition of lonely that I know.
We need to talk about the sailor moon porn. Do what you want in your room, but I don't want to come home to you cranking it on the couch to that.
Just dodged a state trooper, your weed will be there shortly. Fear the unbustable!
Fuck. What bets did I make about "yeah when the Cubs win the World Series" that I gotta reneg on????
New life goal: Sex in a parking lot surrounded by a circle of fire.
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