she's not even a shacker, she never made it inside. she's just a porch girl
I mean he's a cool ass guy, but he's genuinely in love with a fat chick. I just can't take him seriously as a person.
Could you please tell them to stop whispering "thundercunt" every time I walk in the room?
not good my parents heard a big thud and found me passed out in the bathrrom abt an hr ago. hit my head arm and side. dont remember. real talk.
Alright. I will breast feed the first person to get here.
We've reached the point in our fuck buddy relationship where we are playing words with friends. This is too intimate.
Rumble strips road head = magical
Well am going to a strip club before sun down, I dont think anything good can come from that.
Dude, she doesn't even live here... She just can't eat all our food and masturbate on my dog's couch...
It was only in the sobering silence of the wilderness on the mountain, after I was too tired to talk anymore and I also didn't want to tell Julian that we were lost, that I realized how super tripped out I had been the entire time...
We kind of broke a table making out. So yes, I'd say it was successful.
i can trust myself, just not when im drunk. and drinking is my favorite pastime
IM TRYING TO SAY GOODNIGHT STOP FOR LIKE FIVE SECONDS WITH THE DICK SUCKING
These flip flops mean I'm casual, but I'm here to fuck.
oh and i figured out why we kept smelling vomit. ive got vomit on my socks. putting the heater on my feet was not the best of ideas.
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