i just want his dick, seriously i'm about to take trifiling lessons. we'll call my alter-ego blair and she will screw his brains out, girlfriend or not.
how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
felt a little awkward waiting for my McNuggets after vomiting all over the counter
I'm trying to decide if I want to bring home my 'beer champion' trophy or my chem books.
Now accepting hypotheses about how i managed to get a bruise between my boobs....
She just tagged pictures of you wrapped in the "above the influence banner" like a toga.
I told her she can't come to our bonfire because she throws up on herself & she has a mustache. And now apparently I'm a bitch or something.
She seriously pointed at the couch and asked me if she could "ride the talking giraffe". I'll never serve everclear again.
She who has the vag holds all the power. He will learn one way or the other.
YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT. I CAN BLOW SOMETHING UP OR I CAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, BUT ONE OF THE TWO IS BOUND TO HAPPEN
Agreed then we'll really be on our A game tomorrow. And by A I mean alcohol.
OMG I COULD FUCK HIM FOR POT, THIS CHANGES THE WHOLE GAME.
Just ate Panda Express. Fortune cookie had no fortune in it. I actually prefer this. Less broken dream potential.
Ain't no cockblock like hearing the word"HOOODOOORR!" shouted from the bedroom floor while in the middle of sex.
Would it be inappropriate to meet you at the airport after your family vacation so I can tell you all about the amazing sex I have been having?
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