i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
whats wrong with me. i have a coffee mug of wine in the library and i'm doing homework
you'd think with how big her nose is she'd have a better smelling pussy..
this kid in class is playing minesweeper and just slammed the desk because he lost. thank god were normal.
when the police officer said he was gonna take a picture of the car accident, you asked if you should pose on the hood
some drunk guy just paid $3 for each cig that i picked up off the ground. the cigs that he threw on the ground. I might just follow him the rest of the night
I couldn't function. I was to the point where I was using a bottle cap as a monocle.
i just sent him like 8 different sexts and he texted me back about how good the hummus is that i left in his fridge.
I am in his childhood bedroom and I feel like his trophies are applauding me and his stuffed bunny is disgusted with me. Did you know he was a mathlete?
did i really sing to your nipples last night?
yes. and it was oddly very seductive
i gave up on the vacation being fun the night i ate all the marshamallows out of the lucky charms while everyone else was having sex in the condo
I don't trust myself to shower and not drown.
Also-when I die, I want it to be with my arms above my head so that when rigor mortis sets in, my breasts are perky.
"Accidentally" bump into him after class.
I'm gonna "accidentally" put his dick in my mouth.
My professor is wearing skinny jeans, orange socks and just said penetration. I don't know what to think
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