And now I'm afraid that I'm a pornographic eater.
don't look now, but that cross eyed girl is staring at you... and me.
His drunken night ended with a "car accident" which really meant he was stuck in a toy car and pushed down the steps.
she said my body looked tiny like it was a bad thing and then didn't even mention how great my tits look. it's like we're not even friends.
i think you walked me home, then i felt bad for putting you through the trouble so i walked you home...i'm not sure how i got home after that.
I found a digiorno pizza in my washing machine.
Even my psychiatrist thinks I should fuck the married guy.
There's a really old guy here with a really young girl. I'm guessing he has to make choo choo train noises to get his dick in her mouth.
I think it may of been me pulling down my pants is why she walked away.
He is really real. Like I know where he works, have referenced him with mutual fb friends and I've seen his dick. He's real.
It's so weird fucking this kids aunt then going to the gym with him everyday, but my sick minded self loves it.
Texting people and counting condoms..we have like fourteen. Goal for this week: use all of them
The best part of last night is not remembering half of it
Word. I want it involving like... sing-a-longs and sniffing glue.
Just saw a car towing a guy on skis drive by so that’s how Syracuse is doing today.
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