I love my bros weed
Im gonna hate it in like 20 mins though
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
high in an attic. pig roast in 10.
I mean, we started to hook up but my asthma attack kind of killed the mood
i had to take off my light up shamrock necklaces, my professor was getting suspicious.
I would literally rather jam a rusty rail road spike into my cock than be here right now. The whore showed up and now I might smash my iPhone into my face repeatedly until I'm no longer consisting of any sort of life.
Tell him I'm the girl who was excited he spoke English. Then ask him where he picked me up from.
No he exists. Who else tells me no matter how drunk I am to pull out. He's watching over me so my bastard doesn't get created.
Imagine getting smashed in the dick by a basketball. A basketball made of metal. With spikes. That's pretty much what his dick looked like.
You should not be allowed to go away on the weekends I plan on getting drunk on. I need someone to stop me from punching this guy in the face. It's simple room mate etiquette.
Should I be concerned you put your last name in my phone as "danger"?
I gave him morning sex, a bag of cookies, and dropped him off at work. I believe I deserve the "best hookup award."
Once you jizz in someones hat, you cant take it back.
Day one of being single and I've came three times. I can get used to this.
So I ended the trip with two cold sores, poison ivy on my leg and vagina, and no alcohol or weed. WORST. 4TH. OF. JULY. EVER.
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