Listen, I'm 30. If it doesnt involve a super soaker and some chicken wings, you can count me out.
It's like God was speaking to me through a penis.
i have now been nicknamed the screamer on the first, third, fourth, & six floor by all the ra's. only two more floors to go before i cover the entire dorm.
No. I want him to marry me so we can spend our lives together. I also want a to-scale model of his genitals to mount above my fireplace
He said it. He actually said "yes it's in".
If the world ends now I want you to know I was on my favorite toilet fighting the good fight.
She was rubbing her face on the carpet, she was high.
Know what I do when I'm in that mood? Whenever anyone talks to me I just hiss like a cat. They go away.
Guess who's the proud owner of her very own foxtail butt plug!!
I also just stashed a half dozen bobby pins in my bra.... So when you take it off later, consider yourself warned
I'm still not 100% sure who I'm sleeping with
Dicks are not precious.
I'm serenading his dick with my words. I understand how poets get inspiration now.
So unmotivated today.
Who am I kidding. So unmotivated this decade.
home. only unpacked the necessities...contact case and beer.
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