And when I look at him, I just want him to say "I love you" in between deep thrusts and hard grunts.
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
At least you weren't that one girl in the bar that was letting everyone draw on her in sharpie. Worst decision I've ever witnessed.
Writing a love song to planned parenthood. what rhymes with "don't have AIDS"
What's the kids name that was drinking stale beer and redbull out of the blender?
Just picture a bunch of Abraham Lincolns having an orgy.
And next time please put a text between discussing my orgasms and discussing your son - that was weird.
the bar just sent me a facebook message congratulating me on being a regular and getting such good grades. my life is not real.
stuck in traffic next to occupy boston. smells like patchouli and unshaven pubes
It can't be easy when an alcoholic Russian is screaming to the entire dorm "he no get hard"
You're like the fucking Mozart of sexting.
You are ridiculously similar to a unicorn, and I want to fuck that unicorn.
we are currently pregaming for our walk to the liquor store.
step one: admitting you have a problem. complete.
i like coming up with different names when i reference that night. 'the night i got kicked out of the bar', 'the night i escaped from the hospital', 'the night we had that threeway'...
i'm the most scandalous girl at stop and shop. i kinda have to fuck him in the meat cooler.
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