We just stood on the porch wondering how you managed to puke up a whole piece of bologna
my phone calendar just alerted me that it's "weed time" in 15 minutes. do not remember setting that alert last night...
you said you couldnt let go of the fence because your hand was molding to it.
I just found blacked-out interviews on my voice recorder. Go journalism.
To say he's a good fuck is like saying the beatles had a bit of success. My vag is still mourning the fact he moved.
You showed them your nipple for dollars for the jukebox. You were depressed because only one of your songs played. Oh then you twisted your ankle and blamed it on your mad stripper skills.
No shame in my game.
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
I'm still high with raccoon eyeliner eyes and chocolate all over my face and chest, clutching a mug of wine. Happy graduation.
I'd rather blow Nickelback than be told he gave me gonorrhea. I'd even post it on Facebook for all of the world to like, share, and judge me.
Well shit, I would've slept with him if I knew he was gonna be in the draft.
Do you know how hard it is to give a bj in your dead grandmothers car
How are you feeling this morning?
Well, I just found day old puke in my bra, so I've been better.
I walked past his mum on the way out and she offered me toast in a napkin "for my travels". Being home from uni is weird.
And on a positive note i found a list that i made in 3rd grade titled "what to do if you want a guy to like you"
No reason. My tongue went numb after one shot. I may die tonight
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