You are still hot in my book. I wanna dry hump u like a 9th grader then hump for real when the herpes is gone.
last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
All I remember is yelling at him to admit he liked Bon Jovi, then accusing him of giving love a bad name.
He dumped me and I don't wanna fuck his best friend for revenge. Is this what maturity feels like?
Starting drinking whiskey at eight. Already had ten girls looking up my kilt to make sure I'm wearing it right.
I found out you can't leave the bar with a drink. I also found out that pouring it on the bouncers shoes is also unacceptable.
What are you doing? Did I punch you in the face last night?
He's cute when he's drunk, too. Also he tried to fight my door...
I want him to rummage through my vagina. with unwashed hands.
your body is your temple. do you really want a bunch of dicks in your temple?
Did you go to church in Texas and sign me up?
You need southern Jesus
I am the Angelina Jolie to his Billy Bob Thorton. We just don't work.
High me is so sweet. She left not-high me a fortune from a fortune cookie and 6 packets of soy sauce in my tampon drawer.
Honestly the prospect of dick really lifts a girl's spirits
I like that they’re all named Christopher or Chris. No need to worry about moaning during!
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