I can't believe believe she called me a slut. She doesn't know anything about me or my life.
Shit, that's something a lot of sluts say.
I'm totally counting that party when he kept putting his hands down my pants as a date.
we watched a tutorial on how to do guidette makeup
"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.
Just looking for some anal play. An attempting to read atonement. The highbrow/lowbrow divide is striking.
the guy was wearing a viagra shirt, i knew what i got myself into.
he told me that my best friend was "one the most attractive people he's ever seen" and wondered why he didn't get a blow job
hey, this is the ginger girl from the party...i've thought about it and I wanna join the american girl drinking team
I think I'm dead. Why did I think it was a good idea to hang from the banister while someone poured liquor into my mouth?
Brightest idea yet: lets drink enough at ladies-drink-free nights to make up for the cost of tampons. Breaking even on having vaginas!
its gotten to the point where if her hand isn't on my butt i think we're in a fight
I have a horrible feeling I left my dildo in the kitchen today after washing it. This is my life.
He's just been a dick since he set his face on fire. I just wanted to eat a fucking hot dog.
That man fucks like a champ. The sex was so good I did him again in the morning just to be sure
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