I just bought a CD. I feel like a traitor to my generation.
Somehow last night, my dad got me so drunk that I ended up throwing up on the couch, turning the cushions over to hide it, and going to sleep on them.
Just saved her as "new hostess that randy banged" ...I forgot her name
He tried to carry her to her room after she passed out, but when he picked her up she came back to, saw him, screamed rape and pulled out her vuvuzela app and blasting it like a rape whistle.
We asked an illegal alien to buy us beer. He didn't even want a tip. I'm going to Washington to plead that case.
I'm this close to masturbating to his profile pics from 2006
Think worst case scenario and then dress sluttier
I was trying to sing daddy wasnt there from austin powers but apparently I was crying and and yelling jibberish...I get to into this shit
I'm approaching homosexuality at an increasingly alarming rate with each break up.
We're like a dynamic duo.
Bisexual and Proud, Lesbian and Loud.
I made everyone scream the national anthem with me after playing true American last night. I'm pretty much their leader now.
Yes. Life would be much easier if we had penises & could do whatever the fuck we want.
He isn't understanding any of my Fetty Wap references. He may not be a keeper after all.
He said 'I really struggle with the sin of lust' then we proceeded to have sex. So I guess it was a perfectly executed Catholic pick up line?
It's like Guy Diamond blew glitter into my vagina.
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