So what if i'm late to spanish tomorrow. who the hell cares. i don't even speak spanish.
should I fuck that poor girl
no dude she won't be able to afford a fucking abortion
you kept naming everything at the party...like "boy i'm going to make out with" and "table i'm going to dance on later"
Wash that dress asap. You laid down on the kitchen floor and tried to sweep the floor with your body.
No no I got the black eyes when I tried to do a flip off the second deck of a pontoon boat. Actually when I did a flip, it was a success.
Do you ever wonder what the men who we shamelessly objectify would think if they saw our texts in regard to them?
He drank his beer out of his own shoe. Its his "party trick"
Not good... He ate my chips. Thats not a sex analogy for anything. My actual potato chips... gone. I lost on both ends.
We tried to play tennis but after about 15 minutes we gave up and fucked against the fence. Woulda been a cute third date so of course I had to ruin it.
Let the record show that the first hour of my twenty-first was spent shooting tequila ans discussing the emotional integrity of werewolves.
We're over by the bouncy castles. I'm the one wearing a baby. Bring Twizzlers.
Nothing quite like walking through a spider web on your way back in from smoking to fuck up a perfectly good high.
I'm dangerously close to tossing this whole "morals" bullshit and swan-diving into the fuckboy lifestyle.
Three times. Three times I left home yesterday in search for sex, and three times I returned un-orgasmed.
Ccatlin cimbing thru th sunroof plz come
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