I'd wear matching sweaters with you
a mothers knocking is a guaranteed boner softener
Fuck him for salsa, please. I heard its a good recipe.
My life has only gotten better since they built a playground behind the bar
he called us the olsen twins. we also rapped ignition much to his dismay.
I can't find my underwear or one of my shoes but he baked me cookies for breakfast.
Periouds do not concern me. Biploogival needs are buological needs.
At this point the smell of shame has become my natural musk
You'd be surprised how many calories hedonism burns.
Just thought you should know, Im with josh now. Im no longer available for rent. I have a full time tenant now. Like, a year long lease at least.
Just saw a couple do like 5 Sakai bombs and my dad goes "who says love is dead"
My roomate has me out looking for easter kegs hidden arround town
I tried to walk home in my heels. And I fell into a snow bank. And then I cried and a policeman came up to me and said I can't sit in a snowbank and got me a cab. So maybe that's where I left my credit card. I remember the cop asking me if I was old enough to drink, too. OMG. How embarrassing. Pretty sure I told him to "leave me alone."
I mean, he drove your car and it burst into flames, if anyone cant be trusted, it's him.
No I'm not high but I did cry for over an hour tonight because I realized that they never made a sequel to "Under the Tuscan Sun" with Diane Lane.
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