i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
You poured sparks in your panties and NOW you're wondering why you have a UTI?
Don't ask how, but I'm pretty sure my name is now on a lease to a taco bell franchise in maryland...
Watching Blossom reruns on YouTube. Eating Pringles dipped in hot chocolate. Not taking this breakup well.
Even my vagina gasped.
ARE YOU GOING TO SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE FOR MCDONALDS HASHRBOWNS
Okay. thanks for sacraficing your body and risking aids for our snowcone business.
I have a new philosophy. Fuck wearing bras, it's summertime.
I'm not drinking with you for AT LEAST a day
I'm sure you're still partially crippled from thar blow job on Saturday, so I understand it's probably difficult to text.
Most of my life can be described like an HBO prison drama.
No I kepy moaning and just called out a name to make them believe I was actually having sex instead of masturbating.
OF COURSE I NEED TO KNOW I MUST KNOW EVERYTHING
YOU ARE NOT OMNIPOTENT AND YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT
I AM OMNIPOTENT AND YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT
You can't go around chasing people and screaming JUST LET ME LOVE YOU. We're in a public place.
There is a dude with blue hair and a samurai sword and another dude dressed as Dead Pool. I daresay standard social conventions are not applicable in this environment.
i told him the only way i'd fuck him was if he saved me during the zombie apocolypse and took me to a tastefully decorated yet impenetrable hideout.
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