my vagina is like the nba. its where amazing happens.
The way you explained my vagina was exactly the way I would of described my breakfast burrito.
I figured he was gay when I walked in on him working out to Flirty Girl Fitness.
It's not my fault I help girls realize they're lesbians.
She said i saw her in the study room, waved, disappeared, came back with a coke from god knows where, and slurred "i have a drinking problem but i ate grits"
I'm sorry. I think I have multiple personalities. Or it was the acid. Either way. I'm sorry.
I thought she was being abused so tried to go in at the sympathy angle, but the bruises were from pole dancing. I went in at all angles.
His cuteness will no longer contol my vagina
I tolerate his mediocre drunk sex for the mind blowing morning sex. More than worth it.
I got the job! The hiring manager is the sister of a guy I slept with so its like I'm a real adult now
well all i have to say, besides fuck you, is YOU try assembling ikea shelves while high on molly.
I have bruises all over my legs. Did I hit a car with my bike last night?
Well now you know my birthday fantasy: gangbang consisting of men wearing NPR pledge t-shirts.
I got my period on eclipse day. I'm officially in line with the moon.
does 2pm fall under the wake n bake category?
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