: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
I dreamt Michael Jackson dropped his pants in front of me and I had to ignore it.
She punched me in the face after i pulled it out and grabbed my cell phone. Ill be the one hiding in the bushes with one shoe.
i can't put facebook on my resume under hobbies.
I'm starting a business if you want to get involved
oh boy
Its called Cut N Tugs, haircuts with happy endings
okay, this is the fifth time he asked if it was in yet. maybe i shouldn't have dated a blind guy.
I mean I woke up wearing my bathing suit which blows my mind
We're cuddling on the couch that me and his brother had sex on...this feels wrong
I think I kinda scared him when I told him if he premature ejaculated I would punch him in the throat.
that's right. bitches got laser pointers. let's fuck shit up
And now we should drink to that moment where you realize you didn't exactly think things through.
After the party last night, I dreamt I continued drinking... Apparently my subconscious didn't think I'd had enough...
Yeah. That's the shitty part. God, I don't want to be a step mom. Sure I'm great with kids, but I just want unlimited sex and not have to worry about making friends with a fucking 7 year old.
going on fb and having 11 notifications all from you is absolutely horrifying
my nurturing instincts told me to take his clothes off
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